Hannah responded with a confident smile, “Funny, I was about to say the same to you. Remember your place. I’m sure you’re aware of who the real nobody is here.”
“You!”
Joselyn still remembered how Hannah had embarrassed her at the mall last time.
Now, being ridiculed again, she couldn’t hold back and stepped forward angrily. “Fuck off!”
But Winston stepped in between them. Furious, Joselyn tried to push him aside!
Winston quickly moved, catching her shoulder. His grip was firm, making Joselyn cry out in pain.
Joselyn glared and snapped, “How dare you hit me?”
Winston’s face was emotionless as he released her, saying, “I’m here to protect Miss Moore, as ordered. Joselyn, don’t start a fight, or I’ll have to report it.”
“You’re just my father’s puppet! ALL you do is tattle. Get the fuck out of my way!” Joselyn yelled, her anger boiling over.
Hannah’s eyes grew cold as she listened. “Better watch yourself.
You’re only adopted. Do you really think fighting me will get you anywhere?”
Joselyn really couldn’t stand it when people brought up the fact that she was merely an adopted daughter. Her eyes narrowed as_ she confronted Hannah. “Even if you are my father’s biological daughter, so what? It takes more than that to be part of the Compton family.”
She looked Hannah up and down, a hint of scorn in her voice. “How about we make a little bet?”
Hannah’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Sure. I’m up for a bet. I’ve never lost a bet before.”
“Quit acting so confident!”
Joselyn, arms folded, threw down a challenge. “If you can pass the Compton family’s test, I’ll back off. But fail, and you’re out of here, right away!”
“Deal,” Hannah quickly agreed, a smile playing on her lips. “It appears that for you, whether I succeed or fail, you have nothing to lose. So, if I manage to pass the Compton family’s test, can you get out of the clan?”
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“Fine!” Joselyn agreed without a second thought, her eyes dark with anticipation. She was eager to see Hannah fail.
With their bet set, Joselyn led Hannah upstairs. Every servant they encountered along the path lowered their heads in respect and addressed Joselyn, yet they avoided even glancing her way.
Hannah didn’t react until they reached the study.
Joselyn glanced at Hannah, then knocked on the study door, announcing, “Dad, Miss Moore has returned.”
“Come in,” a deep voice echoed in the room. Joselyn nudged the door open and stepped in first. “Dad…” she began, but before she could finish, Wallace gestured dismissively. “Step out for a bit.”
Holding back what she wanted to say, Joselyn turned, her Lips pressed tightly together. She shot a glare at Hannah before leaving the room.
Once the door shut, Wallace’s gaze shifted to Hannah.