“Mr. Fitzgerald, you seem to have quite an interest in me,” I said with a smirk, attempting to sidestep


    him and leave.


    But Dexter suddenly grasped my wrist, his gaze intense and scrutinizing. “Why… do you look so much


    like her?” he murmured as if talking to himself.


    I didn’t want Dexter to recognize me; that would spoil the fun.


    “What do you mean by this, Mr. Fitzgerald? I’m Brendan’s granddaughter–inw. It’s not quite proper


    for you to be grabbing at me like this. People might think you’ve taken a fancy to me,” I said, raising my


    voice just enough to potentially set Dexter against the Langleys.


    Dexter’s brow furrowed, and he released my wrist. “Sorry, my mistake,” he said.


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    I chuckled coldly and walked away.


    “You do look a lot like Phoebe,” Melody suddenly said, blocking my path at the top of the stairs.


    I nced around with a smile. “Is that so? Are you scared?*


    “A fake will always be just that–a fake, Foebe,” she threatened.


    “Then, what’s there for you to fear?” I retorted. “Afraid that Dexter loves not you but Phoebe?”


    Melody’s face paled, her eyes darting away. “Even if he loved Phoebe, what does it matter? Phoebe’s


    dead!”


    “Melody, aren’t you afraid of karma?” I asked gravely.


    “Don’t think that just because you married the Langley fool, you can be a queen. What’s the


    Larson family in all this? You’re nothing but a lookalike–that’s the only reason that idiot married you,”


    Melody sneered at me. “And he’s not just any fool–he’s a madman, a lunatic! When he loses it, he


    could kill someone. I don’t see you having a happy ending with him.”


    “p!” My hand connected with Melody’s cheek, a p that she had owed me from long ago.


    She covered her face, shocked that I dared to hit her.


    “p!” I struck her again. “I pped you because you’re the lowest of the low.”


    The sound of my pping Melody drew everyone’s attention.


    I looked indifferently at Melody and then at Dexter, whose expression was also one of difort.


    Melody, still in shock, turned to Dexter for support, ying the fragile victim. “Dexter… I don’t know


    what I did to upset Miss Foebe; she just started hitting me. I’m your date tonight…”


    Melody was escting the situation. The Langleys wouldn’t let the Fitzgeralds get away with this.


    The crowd was abuzz. “Wow, the Langley family’s eldest granddaughter–inw is merce resorting to


    violence?


    heard the Larson Group is almost bankrupt, and she married into the Langleys for their ecy? So


    audacious?”


    Dexter approached with a grim expression, examined Melody’s face, and spoke sternly. “Mr. Brendan,


    is this how the Langley family treats their guests? Just hitting someone out of the blue?


    “What’s going on here?” Brendan came over and asked sternly.


    Imimicked Melody’s act, my eyes brimming with tears. “Grandpa, she spread lies, saying that Caleb is


    mad and stupid, a lunatic who could kill someone.”


    In front of all the guests, Brendan’s face turned extremely grim.


    “Grandpa, aren’t the Fitzgeralds pping us in the face with this? They’re clearly spreading rumors.


    Caleb is a genius, admitted to Kingstone University in his teens. How could she say such things? Does


    Mr. Fitzgerald share this view?” I looked innocently at Dexter.


    This was escting to a corporate battle.


    Dexter frowned, his mood unreadable, his eyes fixed on me as if trying to see right through me.