?<strong>Chapter 677:</strong>


    “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Madisyn replied calmly.


    Patty snorted, crossing her legs with a smug air of superiority. “Did you really think I’m that naive? You said all that just to rile me up so I’d bring you inside, didn’t you? My cousin is such a noble woman; how could she ever talk to someone like you?” A dangerous glint flickered in Patty’s eyes.


    Madisyn met her gaze coolly. “Do you remember the racingpetition a few days ago?”


    Of course, Patty remembered. It was the first global racing event held in Aswil. She had even attended as a spectator.


    “Savannah was there. I’m a racer for the YM Club. Don’t you think I might’ve crossed paths with her?” Madisyn said, her tone casual, almost dismissive.


    Suddenly, it dawned on Patty. Savannah had always had her eyes on Andrew, a member of the YM Club, so she must have approached him back then.


    Patty’s gaze towards Madisyn changed.


    Madisyn’s eyes gleamed with a touch of disdain. “Because I met Savannah once, I know you and your cousin are leagues apart. Your mothers may be sisters, but the distance between you two is enormous.”


    Patty stiffened, bristling at the remark.


    “Yes, Savannah’s a princess, noble as ever, but I’m no less. I’m the daughter of Aswil’s most powerful financial conglomerate!” Patty proimed loudly. “Savannah might not even have as much freedom as I do. I can live wherever I want—inside or outside of the pce—but she’s stuck in there all the time.”


    Madisyn raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her eyes. “And what makes you, an outsider, think you have the right to live in the pce?”


    Patty lifted her chin, her pride unmistakable. “Savannah’s father canpete for the throne because of my family’s backing. Of course, he has to give me a house in the pce. Hmph, before your death, I’ll let you take in the view.”


    Madisyn murmured softly, “So, the financial conglomerates really hold that much power…”


    “Of course! Right now, Aswil is under our thumb. Once Savannah’s father rises to power, we’ll hold even greater influence,” Patty boasted, her arrogance spilling over. She couldn’t tolerate anyone saying she was inferior to Savannah, especially since everything Savannah had was thanks to her family and the other conglomerates’ backing. Without their support, Savannah’s father wouldn’t even stand a chance against the current king.


    Savannah should be grateful to her.


    They cruised through the bustling city streets and finally pulled up to the pce, whose entrance was heavily guarded.


    Patty rolled down the window, and the security guard waved them through without hesitation.


    Patty shot Madisyn a proud look, while Madisyn feigned surprise.


    “So, you really can just waltz right in!”


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