Chapter 133

Lyra's hands, resting on her lap, gradually clenched into fists.

The overwhelming sense of humiliation engulfed her like a tidal wave.

She desperately wanted to ask the noble queen what she took her for.

Even if she loved Torin, she wouldn't stoop to being someone's mistress, a hidden third party.

Taking a deep breath, Lyra's gaze slowly fell on Victoria Reynolds' face, somewhat resembling Torin's.

Lyra smirked coldly, speaking each word deliberately, "I appreciate your concern, but I don't need it."

Victoria Reynolds sarcastically curved her lips, eyes filled with disdain.

Over the years, countless socialite ladies had tried to seduce Torin.

Were these women not all lured by the glory and power of the royal family?

In the constitutional monarchy of S, the royal family held an immensely prestigious position with real power.

In the end, wasn't Lyra just like those women?

She despised the identity of a mistress. Did she also harbor ambitions for the queen's position?

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