NovelBookChapter 647: Without hesitation, Matias and Saul stepped forward like enforcers carrying out a sentence. They each seized one of Judie's arms and wrenched her down, forcing her to her knees on the grass.
"Letgo!" she shrieked, thrashing against their grip.
"Do you have any idea who I am? My family will never let you get away with this!" But the crowd had already shifted sides, and the weight of power was no longer in her hands.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNate let out a soft laugh, his voice dripping with mockery.
"And what makes you think the Seymour family would risk offendingfor you?" The words slammed into her like a fist to the gut. Judie froze. The fight drained from her limbs as her mind went blank, her pupils shaking. Desperation clawed at her chest. Instinctively, she scanned the crowd, searching for Quentin—her last lifeline. But he was not there.
Her stomach lurched. She knew exactly what that meant.
The Seymour family had many male descendants in the younger generation, while the girls were few and treated like delicate ornaments-cherished but ultimately powerless.
She had never been as beautiful as Fatima. Never as clever, never as skilled at winning people over. For years, she had lived in Fatima's shadow, barely acknowledged.
It was only when Fatima married far away that Judie finally had a chance to step into the spotlight.
Quentin had promised her a smooth path forward, a well-matched marriage, and had assured her that she would never suffer hardship. But now-now she had ruined everything.
Your adventure awaits at galnovsAnd if Quentin would not lift a finger to save her, why would he risk angering the Ford family or Nate on her behalf? The realization hit like ice pouring into her veins. Her face drained of color, her lips parting soundlessly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJudie felt like a marionette with its strings abruptly severed-hollow, weightless-as Saul and Matias shoved her head to the ground. Saul's grip tightened on her shoulder, his fingers digging in like iron clamps. His face was devoid of emotion, carved from granite.
"Apologize to Miss Holland!" His voice was firm, unwavering.
The sheer disparity in strength between men and women was already stark, and with Saul-broad-shouldered and ruthlessly efficient-there was no room for resistance. He was not the type to exercise restraint, and he certainly wasn't about to start now.
For a fleeting moment, Judie clenched her teeth, pride warring with reality. But the weight of the situation crushed her. Finally, she gave in, her voice raw with humiliation.
"Miss... Miss Holland, I am sorry..."
"Feeling better now?" Nate's deep voice broke the tension. He reached out, his fingers brusking a stray lock NO of hair behind Corrine's ear in a gesture that was both intimate and possessive.
Corrine inclined her head slightly, satisfaction flickering in her gaze. But she quickly reined it in. This wasn'tjust about Judie this was about the bigger picture. All four major families were present, and too much would only fuel the ever-watchful rumor mill, putting the Ford family in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons.
Judie, disheveled and bruised, no e longer carried the arrogance shen opce flaunted so freely.
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