Rebirth Snatching Back My Stolen Luck novel Chapter 58

“Nothing’s been between us since then.”

“As for the photos exposed at the banquet, they were from the past. I hope they won’t be brought up again.”

“Lastly, I’d like to address a message to Lily,” she said solemnly. “Please open your eyes and don’t be manipulated. You’ve known Brandon for over a decade–he’d never harm you. He couldn’t bear to.”

A faint, relieved smile curved her lips. “That’s all I have to say.”

Right after, she ended the stream.

“What do you think?” I asked Lilith.

Her gaze was steady, indifferent even. “The speech is well–written. The emotions are well–executed. A performance worthy of a standing ovation.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

She smiled. “You don’t have to test me. I’m truly fine. Someone like her is unworthy of my emotions.”

Then, her voice took on a more serious edge: “Will her performance affect our plans though?”

I shook my head, a confident smile tugging at my lips.

“Hardly. Like you said–they’re not worthy.”

LILITH

After the livestream and a few more words with Dean and Callum, I headed straight home–alone.

Dean, of course, offered to send me back, but I insisted on going by myself. I had the sense they still had things to discuss without me.

And to be honest, I also had matters I needed to brainstorm on my own.

Claire’s little performance might have been for Brandon’s benefit, but I was pretty sure it was also aimed at me and my family.

To show remorse.

To show repentance.

To sneak her way back into my good graces.

All so she could reclaim the lifestyle she’d lost access to and, most importantly, steal my luck again.

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And if it was like May had said at the beginning–that her corrupted system’s index froze once it hit the threshold- then Claire likely still thought of me as a naive little thing who couldn’t bring herself to hate her, despite what she’d

done.

I smiled at the thought.

If I wasn’t wrong, she’d show up at the mansion today. That was the only way to wring full effect from her

livestream.

But when I arrived home, the living room was empty.

I glanced at the clock – 4 p.m.

No rush. There was enough time.

I went ahead and swiped a plate of dessert from the kitchen, and then headed upstairs.

Back in my room, I stretched out on the bed, phone in hand, and–against my better judgment and Dean’s warnings- immersed myself in reading the comments under Brandon’s post and Claire’s livestream.

As expected, Dean and I had become the butt of cruel jokes and insults, while Brandon and Claire basked in waves of pity and sympathy.

In the netizens‘ words, they were the “modern–day Romeo and Juliet.”

I shook my head in amusement.

Seems anyone could be called that these days. What an insult to the classic.

Scrolling further, I stumbled upon two hashtags related to them already trending: #BranAndClaireForever and #Bran- Claire.

The whole situation suddenly struck me as odd.

Sure, this stunt they pulled could force me into an impasse–leaving me with no choice but to stick with Brandon as my fiance.

But it was also a double–edged sword.

Between a drama of “returning to the arranged marriage partner” and one of “true love overcoming all odds,” the pub- lic would always prefer and push for the latter.

In their eyes, the only way for this drama to end perfectly was for Branson and Claire to get back together.

Brandon was too calculating not to have considered that… and yet he went ahead with it anyway.

My brows pulled together thoughtfully.

A hint of franticness clung to his actions.

A second later, it hit me.

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