Comeback Of The Adored Heiress - Chapter 708

Chapter 708:

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Wasn’t Andrew’s biggest concern that person?

“Patty, I need you to do something for me,” Savannah said, leaning in closer and whispering something in Patty’s ear. Patty’s eyes lit up with excitement, and she eagerly nodded. It was something she was more than willing to do.

Meanwhile, in the grand hall, the guests had grown increasingly restless. The engagement ceremony had been delayed by almost an hour, but there was still no sign of the bride or groom.

As time passed, murmurs rippled through the crowd. People began speculating about what might have happened.

“Could it be that Andrew got cold feet and backed out?” one person asked.

“It’s strange. How can both of them be late for such a significant event?” another person whispered.

“I think they are still haggling over the terms,” someone else suggested.

The crowd’s speculations grew more unsettling as the atmosphere in the grand hall became tense.

While observing the crowd, Madisyn felt a pair of eyes staring at her. She exchanged a few words with Waylon before excusing herself to the restroom.

As soon as she stepped inside, someone appeared behind her and covered her mouth and nose.

Instantly, she lost consciousness and collapsed to the floor.

Cold water suddenly splashed across Madisyn’s face, jolting her awake. She blinked, quickly realizing she was now in Savannah’s dressing room. Savannah stood over her, looking down with an air of superiority.

Despite knowing she’d been kidnapped, Madisyn remained calm, showing no hint of fear or panic. This unsettled Savannah. People like Madisyn, in Savannah’s mind, were supposed to cower, beg, and cry in front of someone of her status. But here she was, standing firm, unshaken.

“Aren’t you curious why I brought you here?” Savannah’s voice dripped with arrogance.

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“What’s there to be curious about? Even if you wiped Andrew’s memories, he still doesn’t care for you,” Madisyn replied, her tone steady.

A flicker of cold rage flashed in Savannah’s eyes. Without a word, she grabbed the whip from behind her and lashed it violently across Madisyn.

Madisyn didn’t dodge. The crack of the whip sliced through the air, tearing her clothes and leaving a raw, bleeding line on her skin. Her body trembled slightly from the sharp sting, her face paling as sweat dotted her forehead. Yet, not a hint of fear crossed her expression.

Savannah sneered. “If you were one of us, I might have actually respected you. But no, you’re nothing but lowborn, with filthy blood. People like you don’t deserve dignity!”

With that, she swung the whip again, striking Madisyn harder.

Nearby, a servant quietly filmed the scene. The footage would be sent directly to Andrew. This was Savannah’s twisted way of luring him out of hiding. Ever since Andrew disappeared, she suspected he might have started regaining some of his memories.

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