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. He’s entrusted me to look after her,” Winston explained.
Amelie’s eyes sparkled with something Hannah couldn’t define. She greeted Hannah with a smile. “Miss Moore, a pleasure to meet you.”
After a polite handshake, Amelie said, “Miss Moore, please join us inside. I can offer you VIP treatment. Anything you like today is on me.”
Hannah declined with a detached air. “No, thank you. Winston has already settled my bill. I’ve finished shopping, so I don’t want to impose further.”
With that, Hannah picked up her bag from the counter and handed it to Winston, ready to Leave.
But Amelie interjected, “Please wait, Miss Moore. Let’s talk.”
Hannah paused and faced Amelie. “I don’t know you, so what’s there to talk about?”
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Amelie smiled softly, “Miss Moore, I felt a connection with you right away. Let’s find a spot and chat.”
Winston, frowning, interjected, “Mrs. Compton…”
Amelie waved her hand, smiling, “No worries. I’m not here to cause trouble. What’s the fear? Come on, Miss Moore. Let’s go.”
Joselyn, watching Amelie leave with Hannah, grew anxious. “Mom, she was just showing off to me…”
Amelie turned, her gaze sharp yet her tone gentle. “What’s the matter?
Isn’t this embarrassing enough?”
Joselyn, under Amelie’s stare, trembled and lowered her head, fists clenched.
“The butler said you skipped swordsmanship class again. The competition’s coming. If you don’t win…” Amelie’s eyes narrowed.