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 try it? Their cinnamon rolls are especially popular; they’re usually sold out in

time.”

when had Hobson and Winnie been on such friendly terms?

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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

pushed the dish of cinnamon rolls toward her.

clear and unspoken.

visibly frustrated by her rejection and desperate to win her favor for that personal

the sound of footsteps thundered from upstars. Springer descended, chore in

like you won’t have to deal with her on the next episode!” He showed

news for the household. given Winnie’s involvement in the stow.. Hobson, seizing the cocortunity for conversation, chimed in. “Is that

Winnie turned to him in unison, expressions of disbelief painted on their

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

the critique, especially coming from

brothers from the Bryant family were

her around and flatter her, but at that time, even though she was right

agem and comcary, leaving her

with anger as she locked at the announcement from the Ghostly

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 metaphysics and such

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

the get–go. which explained the

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