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qDonald rushed up the stairs, but behind him, Hazel halted in her tracks.

She overheard Norah ordering the maids to prepare the evening gowns and the stylists to dress Francesca up.

Something occurred to her, and her expression changed drastically. She seemed flustered.

“Ms. Atkinson!”

Suddenly, Sean's voice cut her thoughts short. She came back around and schooled her expression into a calm one before meeting Sean's gaze. “Yes, Sean?”

“Mr. Lindberg is waiting for you in the study room. This way, please.”

Sean gestured for Donald and Hazel to follow him upstairs.

They walked past Francesca's room. The maids were showing Francesca the evening gowns, and she seemed shocked. “What's going on? Why do I have to pick one?” she asked.

“You'll be Mr. Lindberg's partner for the banquet tonight.”

Hearing that, Hazel froze momentarily. Surprised, Donald demanded, “What's going on? Is Mr. Lindberg bringing her to Mr. Adams' banquet?”

“Well...” Sean seemed stumped. Instead of answering the question, he knocked on the door of the study room and pushed it open. “This way, please.”

need to talk to Mr. Lindberg in private.” Hazel suddenly spoke up. “I'll leave you to it and

her and immediately put two and two together. “Yes, that's right. I shall talk to Danrique

“Sure. Come on in.”

the study, he asked a maid to bring Hazel to a

Francesca's room without hesitation and knocked on the

for the latter was always calm and

“Please come in!”

the sofa, sipping on her drink

displaying a bunch of lavish evening gowns

quickly. Flashing a warm

Francesca smiled at

The maid served her coffee

to say?” Francesca hated it

of evening gowns hanging on the rack. Jealousy overwhelmed her heart when she realized they were all custom-made. “I've been wanting to preorder them, but Mr. Lindberg

clothes. Do you like them? Feel free to

served to increase Hazel's fury. Fortunately, Hazel was trained since young to

jolted up

give them to others