Ultimately Rich Commoner: Path To Supremacy

Chapter 65 Son that can't win a medal

Sawyer pulled out from Warren's room she stopped for some inches away from Rita, Rita pressed a hard gaze and then eased back from her path.

“Where have you been, just for you to come and stand here, the guests have been waiting for you.” her grandfather said, rushing off to greet some of the guests. He didn't expect this to be so grandiose. “Great them with modesty, show them you're my blood.”

Sawyer rolled her eyes, not entirely pleased with the idea of this.

The occasional emotion behind his eyes was a figment of imagination, she scanned the living room one last time to make sure there were plenty of people.

When she steps closer and draws the curtain together her footsteps are taken by something she's unfamiliar with.

She can't tell if it's bravery or desperation that her hands are curled into fists, after what her cousins told her last night she hadn't been the same, she knows deep down if not for Warren she would still be wallowing in the corner and trying to take out a loan.

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