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After saying that, Felicia was secretly pleased with herself. Patrick is obviously testing me. Thankfully, I'm very clever. Even if I've
had more than ten boyfriends, I'll never tell him that.
Contrary to hers, Patrick's expression gradually darkened. Having believed that the dream was arranged by Hector, he thought
that she was the person he was looking for when his grandfather regained consciousness and requested that he marry the
eldest daughter of the Ashton family.
However, it seems like I was wrong.
“I arranged this meeting today because I wish to make a deal with you, Ms. Ashton.”
With that said, he took out an agreement and placed it in front of her.
Felicia had never met a man like that. Didn't he ask me out because he likes me? Why are we making a deal now?
Puzzled, she looked through the three-paged agreement, only managing to understand the simpler sections.
“You want me to be in a fake marriage with you, Mr. Lowen?”
Patrick nodded. “It's a one-year agreement, and I have the right to terminate it in advance. Before that, you can enjoy all the
privileges of being my wife and receive thirty million in compensation upon its termination.”
Felicia was enticed as soon as he mentioned the privileges of being his wife. After all, he was very well-known in Avenport, and
many women wished to marry him.
If I carry his name, no one will dare to bully me again when I go out in the future. Everyone in the Ashton family will also treat me
differently, and Grandpa may even hand over the right of inheritance to me. If I manage to win over his heart within this year and
become his wife officially, that'll be even better!
Despite the excitement within her, she suppressed it and maintained her calm expression.

“Why me, Mr. Lowen?”
It must be my beauty that has attracted him! She puffed out her chest and cast a charming smile.
“Because it's my grandpa's wish, and he's seriously ill, so I wish to fulfill it.”
Patrick had been looking for that woman, and despite not being able to make out whether it was a dream or reality, he did give
her a ring, and that proved that it was not a dream.
Previously, he had always thought that it was his grandfather who had drugged him to force him into marriage. However, it did
not seem to be the case.
Even so, I won't give up. I must find her.
When Felicia noticed that the expression of the man in front of her had darkened, she assumed the man was angry with her
because she had asked too many questions.
Never mind. I better sign it. Since I've managed to land myself an opportunity to get close to him, so be it!
She quickly signed the papers and slid the agreement back to him so that he could sign it as well.
After signing the document, Patrick said mildly, “Next Friday, we'll visit your family to ask for your hand in marriage.”
Felicia kept the agreement before saying with a smile, “I'll look forward to that, Mr. Lowen. I'll take my leave then.”
She stood up and left, beaming in excitement as soon as she stepped out of the room.
All of a sudden, she spotted someone who looked exactly like Gwendolyn, causing her to widen her eyes in shock. Have I seen
a ghost?
She murmured to herself, “Isn't Gwendolyn already dead? It can't be her.”

Back then, she was stabbed so many times and was even hit by a car, so she's definitely dead.
After pondering for a moment, Felicia strode over while calling out tentatively, “Gwendolyn!”
Gwendolyn turned to face her half-sister upon hearing the latter's voice. She was not surprised to see the latter, having spotted
her earlier. The hatred in her eyes grew more evident. She would like nothing more than to strangle the woman before her.
Upon hearing that someone was calling her mother, Juliette glanced at the beautifully dressed woman.
“Your friend is calling you, Gwen.”
Hearing those words, Felicia gaped at her in utter disbelief as she took a step back. Gwendolyn is still alive!
It took her a few seconds to regain her composure.
“Is this... that bastard child? She has grown a lot.”
Even as she spoke, she still could not believe that Gwendolyn was alive.
Due to her usual liveliness, Juliette assumed that Felicia was Gwendolyn's friend and answered the question herself, “Yes. I'm
five this year. I also have two brothers who are also five. We're triplets.”