Mrs. Wu was quite optimistic about Prince Edward. This man was of noble birth, devoted to Julie, and obedient to her every word. Even though Princess Luo was somewhat unhappy, that was not a problem, as long as Prince Edward remained faithful to his daughter.

What mother in the world can truly resist her children?

No matter how unwilling Princess Luo was, it was useless. As long as Edward was determined to marry her, the royal family would have to agree. At that time, her daughter would become a princess of high status, a hundred times more noble than that damned princess of T country.

"How about we go public with your relationship with Edward? Let's create some buzz and stir things up first," Mrs. Wu suggested.

Julie and Edward are now deeply in love and are officially dating, but Julie asks Edward not to go public for the time being. Mrs. Wu doesn't quite understand her daughter's thoughts. Why keep such a good catch a secret?

"Don't worry about this, I have my own plans." Julie's tone was unfriendly, and her eyes showed disdain.

She's incredibly stupid. She still hasn't figured out her true intentions. How could she possibly marry Edward? That man is immature and cowardly; he's not a good match for her at all. She just wants to use Edward to get into that circle.

That circle gathers elite men from all over the world, the dream bachelors that girls all over the world would want to marry. Edward is nothing special in that circle. Although he is the heir to the throne, he is ranked too low and his chances of becoming king are almost zero. Her goal is not to be a duchess, but a queen!

After being retorted, Madam Wu dared not say anything more. She really couldn't understand why her daughter didn't like such a good man as Edward. Who did she want to marry?

She was just worried that Julie would end up losing everything, getting nothing in the end!

But she knew that trying to persuade her was a waste of breath; Julie had long since stopped listening to her and was very stubborn.

"How did that idiot Basha react when she found out she was going to marry that pervert?" That's what Julie was concerned about. She particularly enjoyed the thrill of abusing the weak, even more so than taking a big shot.

"She just cries and won't eat..."

Mrs. Wu hesitated for a moment, but ultimately said nothing more, afraid of upsetting Julie.

Julie snorted coldly, her expression disdainful. What a complete piece of trash, all she can do is cry.

Suddenly wanting to see the pathetic state of this useless piece of trash, Julie became interested, turned on her computer, easily hacked into the palace's surveillance network, and switched to the room where Julie was being held captive.

It's a suite with a living room and a bedroom, fully furnished with everything you could want, but there's no freedom.

Basha sat on the sofa watching a comedy. She had a slight smile on her face and was wearing makeup. She looked completely different from the haggard and heartbroken woman that Mrs. Wu had described. She seemed to be in good spirits, although her face was a little thin and her eyes were a bit dark.

"Is this what you call spending your days in tears?" Julie scolded, displeased.

How can a piece of trash like you watch movies? You should lie in bed crying, and you can't wear makeup. You should be disheveled and look worse than a beggar. That's the only way to appease Julie. Who told that bitch to dare steal her ball gown!

Mrs. Wu looked surprised and was quite taken aback by Basha's good condition. "She was crying and wouldn't eat yesterday. What's wrong with her today?"

Clang!

Julie swept everything off the table onto the floor with a wave of her hand. Her bare face was as black as the bottom of a pot, making her look even uglier.

"You bitch!"

Julie's eyes were sinister, as cold as the dead of winter, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped several degrees. Mrs. Wu looked at her with unease and trepidation.