Chapter 70

With a smirk, she leaned back into the couch. The playful facade she usually presented to her family was gone, replaced by something colder, sharper—a vibe like her brother's. She had been raised to stand above the rest, and when she dropped the act, the pressure was impossible to ignore.

They lost the family feud years ago. The second son of the Palmers now runs Palmer Group. Even if they return, they won't gain much from it. But Anya wasn't naive. She knew how shameless Roseanne could be. Back then, she'd asked Julian to help her wrest her family property from her uncle, and this time, she wouldn't simply stand idly by.

While Anya wasn't worried about anything else, she was concerned about Roseanne trying to manipulate Rosalie. As far as Anya was concerned, only one woman was worthy of being Julian's wife, and that was Rosalie. That title wasn't up for grabs, and she certainly wasn't letting anyone else try to claim it.

“I couldn’t care less about the Palmers,” Anya said flatly. “But if Roseanne thinks about coming for Julian, I’ll make her regret it.”

A sharp glint flashed in Anya's eyes. She could mess with her brother all she wanted; that was her right as his sister. But outsiders? They were dead meat the moment they tried. Kaleb hesitated for a few seconds and finally said, “Sean mentioned something the other day… He thinks Julian only pushed for the divorce because Roseanne’s coming back.”

Anya’s hand froze, her glass still in her grasp. With a frown, she asked, “Who told him that?”

Kaleb didn’t answer directly. Instead, he asked, “You ever notice how much Rosalie looks like Roseanne?”

The words hit Anya like a punch to the gut. For a long moment, she said nothing. If Kaleb hadn’t pointed it out, she wouldn’t have thought of it. But now that he had, Anya realized that Rosalie did look like Roseanne.

The timing was too coincidental. Right when Roseanne was set to return, Julian suddenly wanted a divorce. Anya couldn't help but suspect a connection between the two events.