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

sparkled with something Hannah couldn’t

Hannah with a

Moore, a pleasure to

handshake, Amelie said, “Miss Moore, please join

offer you

like today is on

with

“No, thank you.

already settled my

I don’t

picked up her bag from the

“Please

Let’s talk.

paused and faced

so what’s

I felt a

a spot

Winston, frowning, interjected, “Mrs.

Compton…”

waved her hand, smiling,

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