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Chapter 1459
"Romeo's here? Have a seat, make yourself at home!" Belinda beamed with warmth, "I caught the news today. That mess at the Ar-
Bl-Clear Group, and you were the first on the scene. You're such a hero."
Hidden on the second floor, Serena watched as her grandparents fussed over Romeo, bringing him tea and pastries, clearly over
the moon with their grandson-in-law. Serena couldn't help but clench her fist in frustration.
Was all this really necessary?
Her aunt was so blatantly biased, inviting Romeo over for dinner but not Martin! Was it just because she thought Martin wasn't
graceful enough to sit with them?
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With these thoughts swirling, she covertly snapped a photo of the scene and sent it to Martin.
[Seeing this just makesfeel sour. Aunt Belinda invited Romeo for dinner. | wish she'd invite you too.” Maybe because I'm not a
true Collins by blood, they don't paymuch mind, and that's spilling over to you. Martin, when will we ever get srespect
from this family?]
Her message was loaded with implications.
It was as though Eunice didn't value Serena and thought Martin wasn't good enough, intentionally excluding him.
Martin quickly replied, [It's my fault for not making more money, for not being able to hold my head high in front of your family.
Before | was too proud, too arrogant, thinking that making money by myself would be enough to provide a good life for you. | see
now that was naive. From now on, I'll seize every Opportunity to give you the life you deserve]
Serena felt a twinge of irritation reading his words. No matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't surpass Romeo in just a few months.
Still, she pretended to be encouraging, [No, | need to talk to Aunt Belinda about this, and try to get you invited over for dinner!]
[It's alright, Serena. Your aunt can invitewhenever she finds it appropriate. It doesn't have to be today.) Martin didn't want her
getting into a family squabble over him. After not hearing back from her for a while, he texted again, [Serena, please don't. Just
listen to me.]
Serena left him hanging for a long time.
Eventually, she sent a crying emoji, lamenting, [Aunt Belinda said tonight's dinner is just for Romeo. | raised sobjections, and
she snapped back saying she'll invite whoever she wants into her home.]
Martin couldn't help but call her, his voice filled with concern, "It's okay, Serena. The fact that you even spoke to your aunt about it
means so much to me. I'm touched. I'm just not there yet, but | promise I'll work harder to win their approval. Don't upset yourself"
“Uncle Bard just arrived." Serena whispered as she saw Bard return, greeting Romeo with utmost civility, "He's praising Romeo,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsaying how relieved they are to have someone so capable for my sister. | bet it's because Romeo brought another fancy gift!"
Serena said it with a pout, trying to hint that Martin should step up his gift gnext tto outshine Romeo.
But Martin counseled, "Serena, your uncle's a wise man. He wouldn't heap praise on Romeo just for sgifts. There must be
something about him.
Don't be upset. | assure you, I'll work even harder to gain their respect.
Serena pouted, pretending to be moved, but inwardly she was full of disdain.
Promises for the future, who knew how long that would take.
She quickly found an excuse to hang up and retreated to her spying post on the second floor.
Every so often, Romeo's gaze would drift to Arabella, filled with adoration and affection, and Serena watched, filled with both envy
and jealousy.