?<strong>Chapter 671:</strong>


    Tatiana, realizing what Madisyn wanted, felt a twisted satisfaction. She pointed weakly at her throat, barely able to speak. “How… how can I talk like this?”


    “I’ll give you one minute. If you don’t tell me, this ce will be your grave,” Madisyn said, her voice chillingly ominous.


    The smugness drained from Tatiana’s face in an instant. The cold realization hit her—Madisyn truly meant to kill her. In that moment, Madisyn seemed like a demon incarnate.


    The next second, Madisyn released her grip, and Tatiana copsed to the floor, gasping for air, feeling the oppressive force radiating from Madisyn. She shakily touched her bruised neck, her voice wavering. “Isn’t it because Andrew doesn’t want to get engaged to you? How would I know where he is?”


    Madisyn towered over her, her gaze icy and lethal. “So many guests came today, yet you were the only one who boldly said he wouldn’t show up. Are you really going to im you don’t know where he is?”


    Tatiana shook her head frantically, terror etched across her face. “I just wanted to mock you! You’ve humiliated me so many times—I couldn’t miss the chance to make you look bad.”


    Madisyn stood quietly, watching her, considering the exnation. It did sound usible.


    “I figured that on such an important day as your engagement, Andrew not showing up would be the perfect excuse to take a jab at you. But as for where he is…”


    “How would I know? I’m just an actress!” Tatiana quickly added, desperate to fill the silence as Madisyn’s cold gaze remained fixed on her.


    “Really? You sound convincing.” Madisyn suddenly chuckled softly.


    Tatiana, feeling a brief moment of relief, moved to stand. “Then I’ll be going now.”


    But before she could take a step, a cold de pressed against her neck. Her blood ran cold, freezing her in ce as her eyes locked onto Madisyn.


    The woman before her was utterly expressionless, her presence colder than a cier’s frozen depths.


    “Are you insane? How is it my fault that Andrew didn’t show up? You should call him and ask where he is!” Tatiana’s heart pounded in her chest, but fear drove her to speak with a sharp, defiant edge.


    “The man you came with is one of the top suppliers in Ansport. He’s fully aware of the bad blood between us, yet he still brought you as his date. You mocked me in front of him, and he didn’t stop you—not even once,” Madisyn said coldly.


    “That’s because he likes me. What’s wrong with that?” Tatiana retorted, her voice unwavering.


    “Just because you’re a fool doesn’t mean everyone else is. In high society, it’s all about power and money. Do you really think your looks alone are enough to let you walk around here acting like you own the ce?” Madisyn’s dagger lightly brushed Tatiana’s cheek, sending a dangerous message without needing words.


    Tatiana’s panic spiked as her mind raced. Thest thing she wanted was for her face to be ruined.


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