—— At the Bernardo residence.
"Queen," Madam Bernardo smiled at her younger daughter.
"Go help your sister pick something out.
She's always been indecisive since she was little."
"Come on, Queen," Juliet sat beside Harrison, gazing at Queen with a deceptively sweet smile.
"Come with me, won't you?
I could really use your help."
She needed Queen to witness firsthand just how adored she was—otherwise, what was the point?
Queen observed that face, forever feigning innocence while barely concealing its greed, and let out an imperceptible smirk.
This wasn't indecision.
It was sheer insatiability.
"Can't.
I've got plans."
"Got plans?"
Harrison cast a casual glance at Queen, his tone dripping with indifference.
Truth be told, he had half a mind to drag her along.
Back when they were engaged, she had always treated him with lukewarm detachment, which, in turn, had sapped his enthusiasm.
