Keith offered.
“No,” Hannah replied. “Actually, you can’t help me. Since I’m joining the Compton family, I don’t know how many enemies are watching me from the shadows. I’d rather you stay under the radar too.”
“Understood. We’ll handle it discreetly,” Trent agreed.
After they finalized their plan, Hannah and Winston left.
Outside, Winston asked, “Aren’t you going to take your mother’s videotapes?”
Hannah scoffed, “Those are just old memories. I don’t want them, and besides…”
She paused, then added, “It’s safer to leave them here than bring them to my place. Let’s go. Drop me off first.”
As she reached the manor’s gate in Winston’s car, Hannah was informed that she couldn’t leave without Mr. Compton’s permission.
Rolling down the window, Hannah gave the guards a forced smile and asked, “So, you’re keeping me prisoner?”
The guard, looking serious, replied, “It’s the boss’s order. He doesn’t intend to imprison you.”
Hannah was taken aback.
Winston, gripping the steering wheel, calmly told Hannah, “This is what the boss wants. Even if we try to leave, they’ll just bring us back.”
Hannah sighed deeply, realizing Wallace was indeed a sly old man! He didn’t make a scene then, but he was always pulling strings behind the scenes!
“We need to go back and confront him!”
With that, Winston turned the car around and headed back to the Compton family’s main house with Hannah.
As she stepped out of the car and walked into the house, nobody stopped her. Yet, there was no sign of Wallace in the living room.
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Winston, standing beside Hannah, said, “The boss is probably in his study right now.”
“Hey, isn’t that the haughty Miss Moore? What brings you back here?”
Joselyn, standing on the stairs, interrupted the conversation and gave Hannah a cold stare. “What’s the matter? Didn’t you declare you’d never join the Compton family? Changed your mind, have you?”
Descending the steps, Joselyn’s gaze was filled with scorn as she addressed Hannah. “I thought you were too proud for this, yet here you are, eyeing the role of the real daughter.”
Winston interposed himself between them, his expression stern.
“Joselyn, it’s the boss’s decision to have Miss Moore stay.”
“Do you think you have a say in this?” Joselyn had little respect for Winston. “You’re just my father’s underling, not someone to lecture me! Don’t assume you’re moving up just because you’re siding with Hannah Moore. Backing the wrong horse can lead you nowhere but down!”
Turning her disdainful eyes back to Hannah, Joselyn sneered, “As I’ve always said, Miss Moore, don’t get too full of yourself. A nobody will always be just that.”