Joselyn’s anger flared in an instant when she saw Winston shielding Hannah, recalling Faustina’s words from earlier in the day.

She confronted Winston, accusing him, “Winston, you’re nothing but my father’s puppet! You can’t defy me!”

As they quarreled, a sleek black Lincoln limousine pulled up outside the malt.

A dignified woman emerged, accompanied by four or five bodyguards.

She confidently strode into the mall, heading straight for the Burberry store with her entourage in tow.

Upon spotting the woman, Joselyn’s demeanor shifted dramatically from haughty to deferential.

She hurried over, saying, “Mom, Winston’s guest wants to use Father’s credit card!”

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“Oh?” Amelie Chadwick, hearing her daughter, cast a brief glance at Winston and gave a slight nod.

Winston, maintaining his composure, greeted her respectfully.

“Mrs.

Compton.

“And who might this be?” Amelie inquired.

“This is Miss Moore, a special guest of the boss.

me to look after her,”

sparkled with

greeted Hannah with a

Moore, a pleasure

said, “Miss Moore, please join

offer you VIP

you like today is

declined with a detached

“No, thank you.

already settled

finished shopping, so I don’t want

from the counter and

Amelie interjected, “Please wait, Miss

Let’s talk.

paused and faced

know you, so

softly, “Miss Moore, I felt a connection with you

find a spot and

Winston, frowning, interjected, “Mrs.

Compton…”

her hand,

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