?<strong>Chapter 676:</strong>


    “You help me? How?” Waylon questioned skeptically. He had his doubts. If he was struggling with this spoiled woman, what could Madisyn possibly do?


    Madisyn stood up, approached the door, and swung it open. A p was aimed at her, but she effortlessly caught it with one hand.


    The woman confronting Madisyn was dressed in high-end fashion and clutched an extravagant bag, signaling her status as a top-tier heiress.


    Taken aback, the woman paused for a moment, then yanked her hand away, ring at Madisyn. “Waylon is my man. Don’t you know that, you shameless bitch?”


    Madisynughed softly. “Just as Princess Savannah described…”


    The woman was puzzled. “What do you mean by that?”


    “Not much. Just that an empty-headed heiress really can’tpare to a princess,” Madisynmented lightly.


    The remark soured the woman’s expression and deepened her frustration. Growing up alongside Savannah, she had always beenpared to her, a reality that had wounded her deeply. Yet, she couldn’t express these feelings, as Savannah held the title of princess!


    But why should this audacious woman be allowed to criticize her?


    “You bitch, how dare you criticize me?” The woman raised her hand once more.


    Madisyn stood unguarded, a faint smile ying on her lips as she gazed at the woman before her. “Well, you hardly seem fit to be my opponent. You’re rted to Savannah by blood, yet you’re so… beneath her. No wonder she looks down on you. Your mothers are sisters, yet Savannah lives in the pce while you’re stuck out here. How pathetic!”


    The woman’s face twisted with fury, and she screamed, “You vile creature! I’m still better than you, no matter what! Seize her!”


    At hermand, the bodyguards stepped forward to apprehend Madisyn.


    Seeing this, Waylon was ready to step in, but Madisyn shot him a look.


    The woman sneered. “Who says I can’t stay in the pce? I have a house there too! Before your death, I’ll show you what real power looks like, you wretch!”


    In that moment, it clicked for Waylon. Madisyn was provoking the woman on purpose, all to gain ess to the pce. Patty Hunt, infamous for her fiery temper, was easily riled—and just as easily manipted.


    Waylon couldn’t help but admire Madisyn; she was incredibly sharp, turning the situation to her advantage with such ease. Once inside the pce, she could meet Andrew, couldn’t she? Still, a tinge of worry crept in. It was a pce, after all. Would Madisyn be alright?


    Patty’s bodyguards ushered Madisyn into the car, and Patty sat across from her, arms crossed, radiating arrogance. “So, tell me, what’s your real reason for wanting to visit the pce?”


    Madisyn was briefly caught off guard—perhaps this woman wasn’t as foolish as she had assumed.


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