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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.”

Hazel suddenly spoke up. “I'll leave you to it and come back

at her and immediately put two and two together. “Yes, that's

“Sure. Come on in.”

he asked

Francesca's room without hesitation and knocked on the door.

Hazel's voice instantly, for the

“Please come in!”

the sofa, sipping on her

displaying a bunch of lavish evening

quickly. Flashing a warm smile, she said, “Long time no see, Ms. Cece. I heard you were injured. How

smiled at her.

the sofa across from her. The maid served

hated it

she realized they were all custom-made. “I've been wanting to preorder them, but Mr. Lindberg reserved

them? Feel free to choose and take anything you like,”

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

jolted up from her

Lindberg had these made for you specially. I don't think you should give them to others easily,” Hazel responded gently. However, her gaze was