Chapter 843
Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 843:
Everyone remained seated, eagerly waiting for the post-credits scene.
As Andrew and Madisyn exited with the crowd, they overheard enthusiastic conversations around them.
âWow, I didnât expect it to be that good! It was so thrilling, and the special effects were the best Iâve ever seen. We really hit the jackpot with this one,â someone exclaimed.
âWhy does everyone keep saying Wandering World isnât any good? I think itâs amazing.â
The others nodded, smiles spreading across their faces.
As they left the projection hall, they noticed the crowd from the hall next door, where End of the Earth had just wrapped up.
Most of them looked unimpressed, some even a bit disappointed.
âI canât believe I dropped sixty bucks on that!â
âIâm definitely giving it a negative review when I get home. What a waste of time.â
Madisyn and Andrew exchanged a glance.
After a moment, Andrew spoke softly.
âGood quality always stands out.â
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Madisyn smiled.
âIâve always held that belief, too.â
Instead of heading straight to her villa, Madisyn decided to visit her parents.
When she arrived, it was late, but they hadnât gone to bed yet.
âMadisyn, youâre here!â Elaine said with a warm smile.
âWhatâs got you coming by so late?â
âMom, Dad, remember how you wanted to find the perfect spot for our manor? I think Iâve found it,â Madisyn said, her voice excited as she pulled out a map and carefully unfolded it.
She had put in a lot of work to get to this point.
Finding the right place for their family home wasnât just about having enough spaceâit was about the feeling it gave off.
The manor needed to be impressive, but it also had to fit with the natural surroundings.
For affluent people like them, the environment was everything.
After thinking it through, Madisyn was confident she had found the perfect location.
Elaine and Glenn both leaned in to study the map, but their expressions quickly grew serious.
Madisyn noticed the shift and felt confused.
âMom, Dad, what do you think?â
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