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Chapter 2

Anthea nodded, saying, "Yes, I am." "No can do. The Taylors are an affluent family, but their heir, Sean Taylor, has been living abroad all this time. He's rumored to be disfigured and hot-tempered. If this marriage hadn't been agreed before my grandfather's death, I would have… "Wait. Weren't you in love with my brother? Why did you suddenly bring up getting married in my place?" Noelle asked. Suddenly taking a pause, she stared at Anthea's pale face before continuing, "Did Harlan bully you? Is it because of Beatrice? I'll seek justice for you at this instance!" Quickly grabbing Noelle's hand, Anthea answered, "Ellie, Harlan and I are done. I don't like him anymore. I no longer want to have anything to do with him. "I know you've been planning to elope and made plans to do so today, but you've been hesitating." Taking out a flight ticket from her purse, she shoved it into Noelle's hand. "Go on. Samuel's waiting for you at the airport. The flight is at 10:00 am. You'll still make it if you rush over right now." Tears streamed down Noelle's face as she asked, "What about you?" "I'll get married on your behalf at the wedding in two weeks," said Anthea, gently wiping off Noelle's tears. "Between the two of us, one must be happy." Noelle's lips trembled. At last, she hugged Anthea tightly and said, "Thea, I'll never ever be able to repay you." Then, Noelle left. … Anthea stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window at the airport and watched Noelle's flight take off. The sunlight shone on her pale face through the glass, suddenly bringing her back to the day Harlan agreed to be together with her. Standing on the steps leading to the library, he reached out to her. She was so foolish back then to have thought that the light was truly shining on her. Anthea let out a miserable smile before leaving the airport and heading straight to the most expensive bridal boutique in town. The staff welcomed her with great enthusiasm and asked, "What kind of wedding dress are you looking for, miss?" Anthea glanced at the luxurious white dresses before her gaze landed on a simple fishtail dress. "I'll take this. Please pack it up for me," she said. The staff was shocked. "Are you not going to try it on?" "Nope." Anthea shook her head and added, "It'll fit." The wedding was nothing but a deal, after all. Sean's grandpa, Thomas Taylor, was gravely ill and desperately wanted to see Sean get married. However, rumors circulated that he was disfigured and hot-tempered. On top of that, he had been abroad all along, which was why all the heiresses had been avoiding him like the plague. Since nobody was willing to marry Sean, the Taylor family thought of the engagement they had with the Jefferson family. At the moment, even if Anthea were to marry Sean in Noelle's place, the Taylor family would accept the idea. It didn't matter who the bride was. After Anthea arrived home, she put the wedding dress into a suitcase and started packing the rest. She took out a thick stack of photos from the drawer. That was filled with her memories of Harlan—a candid photo of his side profile in high school, the first photo she took with him on the pretext of hugging him in college, and her beaming the first time he took her to the beach after they became a couple. Tearing them up one by one, Anthea threw them into the trash bin. Then, she took out the limited edition purses and custom-made necklaces he had given to her, as well as the cup he had personally made for her. She threw them all out. At last, she took out her phone and deleted all the notes she had about his likes and dislikes. Just as she was about to put her phone away, somebody called her—it was the club manager. "Ms. Murphy, you left a silk scarf in our club the last time you were here. Would it be convenient for you to come and collect it?" asked the manager. Anthea looked at the time. "Alright. I'll head over now." … The club was brightly lit and was much livelier than before. As soon as she walked through the door, she heard an uproar. "Ms. Jefferson is the highest bidder! He'll be the one to pop Beatrice's cherry!" Anthea froze and immediately looked up. Harlan was standing in front of the glass window in the VIP room on the second floor. He had a black card between his fingers, and he tossed it so casually on the auction stage. Beatrice, on the other hand, was wearing a white dress, with a bodyguard escorting her on stage. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked so pitiful. Anthea was shaking a little. It was only then that it hit her—that was the night the club was auctioning off Beatrice's virginity. Discussions broke out below the stage. "Doesn't Mr. Jefferson have a girlfriend? Why is he bidding for his ex-girlfriend's virginity?" "Oh, what do you know? He almost went crazy when Beatrice dumped him back then!" "Is he taking revenge on her or has their old flame rekindled?" "Look at the way he looked at Beatrice. Does that look like resentment? He's clearly madly in love with her!" "What about his current girlfriend, then? She has been by her side for years. Is he still not in love with her? The crying ex always gets the upper hand."

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