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The Secret Heir's Return to Wealth and Love novel Chapter 879

Keaton clicked to open the video.

Lennon glanced at it and then lowered her eyelids.

The video was the one she had taken earlier, showing Paige getting cozy with a handsome young guy.

"This doesn't really look like a couple, more like siblings interacting," Taylor commented bluntly after watching the video. "That's how my sister and I play around, too. She'd jump on me from behind, put me in a chokehold, and try to pin me down..."

Lennon shot him a glance.

Taylor could tell she seemed a bit unhappy, b

ut he had no idea what he said wrong.

This matter involved Baillie.

And recently, the school forum was buzzing with stories about Baillie bragging about his wife to an almost annoying extent.

So, after the post was made,

its popularity skyrocketed, and the discussion took off.

The spread of the post at the party was even faster.

"Didn't Keaton say that Prodigy was bringing his girl?" someone looked at Keaton. "Looks like we'll have some drama tonight..."

Some guys who didn't like Baillie were also sarcastically saying, "Who would've thought that even Prodigy would have a day of being cuckolded!"

As everyone was discussing heatedly,

Lennon, who had been silent, finally spoke up: "Actually, I live in the same neighborhood as them and have seen her a few times. I thought she was just a little bossy, but I didn't expect this."

Taylor was surprised: "Bossy? Did she bully you?"

"Not exactly. It's normal for girls to be a little jealous. Maybe she didn't like it when I talked to Prodigy too much."

Now, a

n image of a flirtatious, narrow-minded, and jealous girl appeared without even meeting her in person.

"Ah..." Keaton also looked awkward. "I didn't expect such a sweet girl to be like this. Baillie really..."

Just as he was talking, t

he elevator dinged.

The murmurs vanished instantly, and silence filled the room.

The elevator doors opened.

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