After leaving the attic where Mr. Ne was, Selena Kensington was still pondering over his words.

She didn’t believe that the Dalton Family and The Godsbane Organization were completely unrelated.

The deeper the roots of an aristocratic family, the more inexplicable the darkness behind it.

*

During Felicity Dalton’s coma, the Dalton Family and the Blanchett Family also announced the engagement between the two families.

And decided to hold the engagement banquet more than half a month later.

Since it was a union between two major aristocratic families, plus Sidney Dalton’s status in the entertainment industry, this news was widely spread.

People were saying that it was a strong alliance between the two great families.

Marriage alliances in aristocratic families were so common that passersby could only sigh.

And some people, especially Roxanne Sutton’s former fans, thought of Roxanne Sutton.

[Wasn’t it previously said that Roxanne Sutton and Sidney Dalton were longtime lovers? Sure enough, it’s useless in front of power...]

[Roxanne Sutton did so much evil, Sidney Dalton must be blind to continue being with her!]

[Honestly, the Blanchett family’s eldest daughter is also a socialite, quite a match for Sidney Dalton.]

[Aren’t aristocratic marriages common? Disperse, disperse...]

And this news was also seen by Roxanne Sutton, far away in Westport, a few days later.

She stared hard at the #DaltonFamilyBlanchettFamilyStrongAlliance# topic on Weibo on her phone, a trace of unwillingness and hatred flashing in her eyes.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this...

The person standing by Sidney Dalton’s side should be her!!

Roxanne Sutton couldn’t stay any longer, driven by a burning anger, she left her room directly.

She came to Westport originally seeking the protection of the Mayfield family.

But the Mayfield family had no intention of seeking justice for her, and Roxanne Sutton felt upset due to their neglect, so she told Annelise Mayfield about her situation.

Unexpectedly, Annelise Mayfield was a hot-headed impetuous person, and with just a few words from Roxanne Sutton, Annelise was even angrier than her.

She even swore to help right the wrongs.

For a moment, Roxanne Sutton couldn’t stop her, or perhaps she didn’t want to stop Annelise Mayfield.

But after Annelise left, Roxanne Sutton began to feel uneasy.

After all, Annelise Mayfield was a key ward under Lark Mayfield’s care.

Since Annelise Mayfield’s parents died young, Lark Mayfield summoned her once every two months to inquire about her condition.

Roxanne Sutton calculated the days, and now it was almost time for Lark Mayfield to summon Annelise Mayfield.

But Annelise still hadn’t returned.

Roxanne Sutton hadn’t been back to Westport for years and had no way of contacting Annelise Mayfield.

She could only be anxious.

As soon as she stepped out of the door, she saw two guards with spears, with fox tattoos on their necks, approaching.

Their faces were icy and rigid.

They looked extremely dangerous and intimidating.

Seeing them, Roxanne Sutton felt a twinge of unease inside.

She tried to keep herself calm.

"Excuse me, sirs, is there something wrong?"

Roxanne Sutton slowly opened up a smile and asked softly.

The two guards’ expressions didn’t change, "Aunt wants to see you."

They walked up to Roxanne Sutton.

Though their tone seemed very polite, they both stood on either side of Roxanne Sutton.

The spears were slightly placed in front of Roxanne Sutton, as if they would act if she showed any intention of escaping.

Roxanne Sutton sensed the silent threats and warnings emanating from the two, cold sweat running down inside her.

Sure enough, Aunt had found out.

"Alright."

Roxanne Sutton maintained the smile on her face rigidly and followed the two guards.

*

In the spacious front hall.

Dark red pillars stood all around, and the roof slightly arched into a triangular shape, with light red gauze cascading down from above.

In front of the hall was a wide cobblestone road.

On either side of the road, every meter stood a guard wearing exotic clothes, with icy expressions, and fox tattoos on their necks.

The hall didn’t have what was called a door, with an extremely open view.

Roxanne Sutton followed the two guards into the cobblestone path, looked up slightly, and saw the people in the hall.

Lark Mayfield and a maid beside her.

Lark Mayfield sat in the main seat, legs crossed.

The silver hair was particularly striking.

She lowered her head slightly, her expression unclear, one hand gently stroking the white fox on her lap.

Roxanne Sutton began to feel restless and anxious.

The two guards brought Roxanne Sutton into the hall and then retreated.

Leaving Roxanne Sutton alone to face Lark Mayfield.

Roxanne Sutton cautiously raised her head to glance at Lark Mayfield.

The other party acted as if she were nonexistent.

Still gently stroking the white fox.

"..."

Roxanne Sutton slightly pursed her lips, tentatively making a sound, "Aunt..."

As soon as she spoke, the maid standing beside Lark Mayfield walked over.

In Roxanne Sutton’s surprised gaze, the maid directly raised her hand and slapped Roxanne Sutton.

’Slap!’

The maid used skillful force, seeming to not apply much strength, yet a very visible handprint appeared on Roxanne Sutton’s face.

Her face was slapped to one side.

Roxanne Sutton clutched the side of her face that had been slapped, looking incredulously at the maid who had struck her.

"How dare you?!"

A mere maid dared to lay hands on her!

Roxanne Sutton’s eyes burned with anger.

But just as she said this, Lark Mayfield’s cold voice rang out, "Kneel."

The words were indifferent, cold, without a trace of emotion.

Immediately, it was like a basin of cold water dousing the anger just ignited in Roxanne Sutton’s heart.

Roxanne Sutton subconsciously froze in place.

The maid, with an icy expression, directly pressed her shoulder, forcibly making her kneel.

"Ah!"

Roxanne Sutton exclaimed.

The pain from her knees caused her mouth to form a grimace.

After Roxanne Sutton knelt, the maid moved to her back.

As if ready to act if she dared make any other movement.

As the maid moved away, Roxanne Sutton saw that Lark Mayfield had unknowingly already risen from her seat.

Faced with Lark Mayfield’s gaze full of coldness, Roxanne Sutton no longer dared to act out, quickly lowering her head.

"Where is Annelise?"

Lark Mayfield’s authoritative, icy words echoed.

"..."

Roxanne Sutton slightly gritted her teeth, "I... I don’t know."

As long as she didn’t confess, they wouldn’t have evidence.

After all, when she spoke to Annelise Mayfield, there was no one around.

Lark Mayfield’s eyes slightly narrowed.

A dangerous and impatient expression flickered in her long eyes.

The maid standing behind Roxanne Sutton saw the look in Lark Mayfield’s eyes, without any hesitation, lifted a foot, and kicked Roxanne Sutton’s back.

"Ah!! Cough cough cough..."

Roxanne Sutton, caught off guard, was kicked forward.

She hurriedly shielded her face.

"Speak, or don’t speak."

Lark Mayfield no longer had patience to continue prolonging things with Roxanne Sutton.