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"Misunderstanding what?" Maximilian looked up and met a pair of beautiful eyes, which seemed to be filled with countless tiny stars. He suddenly pursed his lips, "Do your manners, don't talk!"

Katniss swallowed the words she was about to say.

"I want to talk." Katniss suddenly became bold, "Mira misunderstood that I could give you twins next year."

Maximilian's spoon paused mid-air, and he raised an eyebrow, "You're still young, you can't have children."

"I'm twenty, how am I still young?" as soon as she said this, Katniss regretted it.

Katniss bit her lip, feeling a wave of awkwardness wash over her. What was she even saying?

She sneaked a glance at Maximilian, hoping he didn't care what she just said.

But she found that Maximilian was looking at her and had indeed heard her, "You want to have children?"

How did it turn into her wanting to have children with Maximilian?

Katniss panicked and hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant. I mean, our marriage is fake, everything is fake, how could we have children? Mira and Grandpa will be..." disappointed.

Before she could finish, Maximilian interrupted her, his tone heavy, "I know, do you want everyone to know?"

Katniss immediately stopped, glanced at Maximilian's smooth and beautiful profile, and lowered her head quietly, her face a mask of impassivity..

Seeing this made Katniss feel stifled, and she was absent-minded for the rest of the meal.

After dinner, Maximilian had to handle some business. Katniss didn't dare make a sound and quickly took on the task, pushing Maximilian steadily into the study and then giving him acupuncture.

Maximilian was very cooperative, and the whole process went smoothly.

But Katniss sensitively noticed that ever since she said that sentence, the chill surrounding Maximilian had deepened perceptibly.

Even after it was over, Katniss couldn't understand if she had said something wrong.

Back in her room, Katniss tried to shake off the frustration. After reading for a while but not being able to focus, she resolutelydecided to call Wesley.

On the other end, Wesley seemed very tired, but he immediately perked up upon hearing Katniss's voice.

"Wesley, they decided today to transfer me to you. I wanted to ask your opinion." Katniss got straight to the point.

"Transfer?" Wesley was silent for two seconds and didn't ask for specifics.

He knew better than anyone how Oliver's family treated Katniss.

Now they were proposing to transfer Katniss to him. One could imagine how hurt Katniss must have been when she heard this.noveldrama

Wesley felt complicated but laughed, "Katniss, I couldn't ask for more."

Katniss didn't say much, hung up the call with Wesley, and found Elodie's number from the blacklist.

The call was answered immediately, and Elodie's piercing voice drilled into her ear, "How dare you call back! Do you know Simon is lying in the hospital? The doctor said if he had been brought in any later, he would have lost his arm."

Katniss frowned in disgust, holding the phone away, and said lightly, "What a pity. If I had known, I would have told Conrad to let go a bit later."

"What did you say! Katniss, do you have any conscience"

Katniss interrupted Elodie, "Let's handle the transfer tomorrow at nine o'clock at Grandma's old house. Another day as your daughter, and I might just throw up from disgust!"

Elodie was stunned for a moment, then stood up, gritting her teeth. Her well- maintained face quickly broke into a smile, "I was worried you would cling to being my daughter. Since you're so eager, it suits me just fine. Tomorrow..."

Before she could finish, Katniss hung up, one more word of Elodie into her ears was torture.

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Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Elodie felt a surge of anger so intense that it seemed to carve new lines into the corners of her eyes.

At the turn of the stairs, Clara, who had been standing for a while, walked down gracefully.

"Mom, what happened? Why are you so angry?"

"It's Katniss. She She had the audacity to and pushed for the transfer!"

"Mom." Clara bit her lower lip, looking worried, "You didn't really agree, did you?"

"Of course! This matter is not up for discussion!"

"Mom, Katniss is just trying to use the marriage to provoke us. She doesn't genuinely want to sever ties. You can't take it seriously. What if Katniss comes to her senses later?"

Elodie's face darkened, and she sat back on the sofa, "Even if she regrets it and begs on her knees, I will never let her step into The Manners Villa again."

"Mom."

"Clara, don't ask about this. From now on, you are my only precious daughter. Come on, I'll take you to buy that dress tonight."

Clara felt relieved, gave a satisfied smile, and quickly returned to her obedient and gentle demeanor.

Suddenly, there was a sound at the entrance.

Oliver walked in, carrying a black briefcase under his arm.

Clara called out joyfully, "Daddy," and rushed over like a little butterfly.

However, Oliver's reaction was a bit slow today. When Clara reached him, he smiled warmly, "Good girl, Clara."

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As soon as Elodie saw Oliver, she started lauching a detailed tirade about Katniss. Oliver hadn't been home and didn't know about the serious incident.

After hearing everything, Oliver's face immediately darkened. The mention of Katniss pushing for the transfer the very next day erased any lingering doubts he might have had.

"Alright, I'll cancel my morning meeting tomorrow."

"Dad, Simon was badly beaten, but Katniss didn't mean it."

"Clara." Elodie looked at Clara gently, "Don't say any more. This matter is settled. Come on,let's not let this ruin our day. Let's go buy that dress."

Saying this, Elodie had already reached Clara and pulled her out.

The house was suddenly empty, leaving only Oliver. He leaned back on the sofa, raised

his hand to rub his temples, the memories of the wild night at the hotel still felt surreal.

Thinking of the vulnerable Laura, Oliver sighed, feeling a surge of regret. How did he lose control?

In one night, his stamina was even stronger than when he was young, leaving Laura, delicate and bruised.

The phone in the inner pocket of his suit buzzed a few times. Oliver sat up straight, opened his phone, and when he saw the content, his pupils dilated, and his mind went blank.

On the screen was a color photo from the waist down. Laura was wearing a white shirt that barely covered her important parts, revealing a pair of slender legs, which were now covered in bruises, some of which had pink band-aids.

It was a sight intended to evoke the lust of men..

Oliver knew exactly what this was. He swallowed nervously and swiped to the next photo. This time, it was a selfie of Laura, her eyes filled with tears, her exposed collarbone covered in bite marks, looking as innocent as a little rabbit trying to be brave after being ravaged.

Oliver stared at the screen, his heart pounding. and after several seconds, he reluctantly tore his eyes away from the screen. He thought for a moment and typed a line of text.