<strong>Chapter 720:</strong>


    “What are you going to do? Are you going to pay? Or are you going to break up with that woman? If you break up with her, maybe I can help you negotiate with thepany.”


    “Don’t worry about it. Leave everything to me,” Waylon replied, his tone resolute.


    He hung up and browsed through his phone. Sure enough, the news about him had already spread like wildfire online.


    Everyone seemed to know he had to pay ten billion for the sake of his girlfriend. The news had escted to the point where it almost rivaled Savannah’s scandal.


    “Waylon, you must be out of your mind! We’ve worked hard to support you. How can you abandon your career for a woman?”


    “Waylon,e out and rify this matter. Tell us this isn’t true.”


    “Waylon, I always thought you were a sensible man. Turns out you’ve been in a rtionship. How could you hide it from us? Waylon, you’re a jerk!”


    Although Waylon wasn’t a pop idol, he still had a substantial number of female fans. The news hit them the hardest, turning their adoration into vitriol. They flooded thement section with harsh insults. Abusive private messages swamped his Twitter ount, and fans unfollowed him in droves.


    Patty watched the spectacle unfold, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. She had just managed to leave the cell, seriously injured. Her body ached with every step she took. As soon as she got home, she called a doctor to treat her.


    Patty’s mother, rissa Hunt, swept her gaze over Patty. Her heart was torn between breaking and burning with fury when she saw the bruises, cuts, and exhaustion on Patty’s face.


    “Patty, why did the queen treat you like this? What did—”


    Patty recounted everything to rissa, from Savannah’s instructions to how Ynda had made her take the fall. rissa’s rage coursed through her like an unbridled force, making her body tremble.


    How could her sister be so ruthless? Did having a daughter who was a princess inte her sense of superiority?


    It was all Savannah’s doing, but Patty had to bear the brunt of her schemes, enduring immense suffering. rissa reflected bitterly on how everything had changed since Ynda married the king’s brother. Their rtionship had twisted into something grotesquely unequal.


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    Despite marrying one of Aswil’s wealthiest and most influential men, she remained in Ynda’s shadow. Ynda had dictated their lives. Their family was now helping her brother-inw seize power at the expense of their own dignity. They had put in so much effort but were dragged into a vortex of turmoil.


    Watching Patty cry in pain, rissa felt a mix of heartache and frustration. At that moment, a servant came in and reported, “Mrs. Hunt, someone is here to see you.”


    “Who is it?” rissa asked with a frown.


    “He didn’t tell us his name. He just said he could help you.”


    rissa was even more confused. With the election approaching, she had to be cautious. She stood up and went to the reception area where the guest was waiting.


    As soon as rissa saw the man, she sensed his extraordinary presence. He exuded an air of nobility, power, and aristocracy. However, she could not see his face clearly because of the sunsses he wore.


    rissa looked at him and asked, “May I know who you are?”


    The man didn’t say anything. He simply removed his sunsses, revealing a strikingly handsome, aristocratic face.


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