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.

to look after

sparkled with something

greeted Hannah with a

pleasure

said, “Miss Moore,

offer

today

declined with a

“No, thank you.

already

so I

her bag from the counter and handed it to Winston,

“Please wait,

Let’s talk.

paused and faced

so what’s there to

“Miss Moore, I felt a

a

Winston, frowning, interjected, “Mrs.

Compton…”

waved her hand, smiling, “No

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