?<strong>Chapter 678:</strong>


    Patty was quite satisfied with herself. “Of course. Without my family, Savannah wouldn’t be where she is today. Honestly, half of the pce should belong to us.” The influence of Aswil’s business tycoons was undeniably overwhelming.


    They drove along the high walls until they reached the entrance of an imposing mansion.


    Madisyn looked unimpressed. “But your home is tucked away in such a remote spot.”


    Patty bristled. “They only get to live in the center because of their surname. So what if my home is farther out? They still rely on our power.”


    Madisyn nodded. “That’s true.”


    Patty smirked as she stepped out of the car.


    The mansion loomed before them, exuding grandeur and dignity. Inside, it was even more breathtaking, with rare calligraphy and priceless paintings adorning the walls. The sheer extravagance of the design must have cost billions.


    The king’s family probably wouldn’t have been able to afford such luxury without the support of business tycoons.


    “See? This mansion was designed by a world-renowned architect. Every detail was crafted with care and precision. My mansion cost more than Savannah’s,” Patty said, her chin lifted high.


    “That’s impossible. She’s a princess, after all,” Madisyn said, feigning surprise.


    “You don’t believe me? I’ll show you!” Patty dered, heading outside with determination.


    They strolled through the garden, following a winding path until they arrived at Savannah’s house.


    It was grand, elegant, butcking in over-the-top luxury.


    “See? Her house isn’t nearly as expensive as mine,” Patty said, crossing her arms with a smug grin.


    “That’s just the outside. She’s a princess—surely the inside must be beautiful,” Madisyn replied calmly.


    “You’re so naive. Do you really think being a princess makes someone that much better?” Patty sneered, though she didn’t dare enter the mansion. “Forget it. I’m not—”


    Patty huffed, “I’m not going to waste my time arguing with you. Just seeing all this grandeur is already an honor for you.”


    As Patty rambled on, a sudden wave of sleepiness washed over her. She yawned widely, sinking to the ground, slipping into unconsciousness. The two bodyguards, too, sumbed to drowsiness, loosening their grip on Madisyn’s arms.


    Madisyn quickly adjusted the bodyguards and Patty, noting how effective Susan’s gift had been.


    “Well, enjoy your little nap,” Madisyn said with a smirk before swiftly scaling the wall to the second-floor balcony.


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