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.

entrusted me to look after her,”

with

greeted Hannah

pleasure

a polite handshake, Amelie said, “Miss Moore, please join

offer you VIP

like today is

with

“No, thank you.

already

so I don’t want

her bag from the counter and handed it to Winston, ready to

“Please

Let’s talk.

paused and

so what’s

“Miss Moore, I felt a

find a spot and

Winston, frowning, interjected, “Mrs.

Compton…”

hand,

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