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.

Brioche Brew. Why don’t you come over and try it? Their cinnamon rolls are especially

time.”

on such friendly terms? She remembered a recent spat over some silly

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episode in a soap opera. Her grip on the situation

Winnie approached, seeming confused herself. Hobson pushed the dish of cinnamon rolls toward her.

clear and unspoken.

favor for that personal request involving a

of footsteps thundered from upstars. Springer descended, chore in hand,

that Mae is leaving the show. Looks like you won’t have to deal with her on the

significant news for the household. given Winnie’s involvement in the stow.. Hobson, seizing the cocortunity for

unison, expressions

if you can’t say something nice, maybe don’t

especially coming

thought that the two brothers from the Bryant

to follow her around and flatter her, but at that time, even though she was right there in person, they only had

her agem and comcary, leaving her to navigate the backlash alone. She cursed

almost trembling with anger as she locked at

have thought that Winnie was actually the heiress of the Bright Group? She locked so ordinary. There were hardly any branded items on her, especially given her interest in

fancy this sort of thing? And

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

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