True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Chapter 187

Amber awoke with a sense of unease, her reflection in the mirror confirming that her complexion had taken a turn for the worse. It was a clear side effect of her dwindling popularity, a currency more valuable than gold in her social circle.

With the start of college just over a month away, she knew she had to regain her lost charm. Nothing less than perfection would suffice for her debut into university life.

She considered her options. Springer, with his unpredictable mood swings, was not an ideal target for a quick turnaround. Cutler, the most approachable of the lot, had left for Nystone City, leaving her with only one viable option – Hobson.

As luck would have it, Hobson’s birthday was just around the corner. Amber decided to leverage this golden opportunity to win back his favor.

With a burst of determination, she applied a light, natural–looking makeup and headed downstairs, planning to subtly inquire about Hobson’s latest desires under the guise of scouting for his birthday gift. It was a strategy that often worked wonders with men, far more effective than blunt questions.

Humming to herself, she made her way to the dining room where she spotted Hobson, greeting him with her usual radiant smile. “Morning!”

Grace personified, she maintained her image as the ever–warm presence in the household.

Hobson, oblivious to Amber’s troubles, nodded in acknowledgment while instructing the staff to set the breakfast table.

Amber’s eyes lit up at the sight of the morning spread. “Isn’t this from Brioche Brew?” she remarked with a spark of recognition. “I thought they didn’t do deliveries.”

Puffing up slightly, Hobson replied, “Got tired of the same old breakfast routine, so I sent Bonita out to Brioche Brew this morning.”

At the mention of Bonita, Amber’s smile widened, noticing a small dish of cinnamon rolls – her favorite – sitting on the table. She remembered mentioning once how much she liked them, and it warmed her heart that Hobson had remembered and made the effort to have them brought in early.

Before she could reach for a roll, Hobson nonchalantly slid the dish away from her towards the door. He coughed lightly to catch the attention of a newcomer who had just walked in.

called out, “I had someone bring in breakfast from Brioche Brew. Why don’t you come over and

time.”

Winnie been on such friendly terms? She remembered a recent spat over some silly prank. And now, he was inviting her for

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as it she had missed a crucial episode in a soap opera. Her grip on the situation – and perhaps even on Hobson–seemed to be slipping

Hobson pushed the dish of cinnamon rolls toward her. Yet Wimme ignored the gesture and made herself a bowl of oatmeal, her refusal

clear and unspoken.

frustrated by her rejection and desperate to win her favor for that personal request involving a custom crystal caring, swallowed

when suddenly the sound of footsteps thundered from upstars. Springer descended, chore in hand, and made a beeline for Winnie, a mischievous twinkte in his eve

that Mae is leaving the show. Looks like you won’t have to deal with her on the next episode!” He showed her the

seizing the cocortunity for conversation, chimed in. “Is

and Winnie turned to him in unison, expressions of disbelief

say something nice, maybe don’t

coming from his younger cousin,

two brothers from

even though

facing her own turmoil custed from the Ghostly Guidance show, abandoned by her agem and comcary,

locked at the announcement from the

she had done something foolish. Who would have thought that Winnie was actually the heiress of the Bright Group? She locked so ordinary. There were hardly any

sort of thing? And what’s with enrolling in a

been aware of Winnie’s identity from the get–go. which explained the VIP treatment she seemed to

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