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    Ovee with excitement, she embraced him enthusiastically.


    This bag hadn’t even hit the local markets yet. She had been coveting it for months, hoping for a chance to own it.


    She could hardly believe he had managed to acquire it for her. Gently caressing the leather of the bag, she felt as if the entire day had been a dream. I wish you could be like this every day!


    Norton moved closer, wearing a yful smile. “What was that?”


    “I said you’re incredible!” Yvonne beamed, careful not to overstep.


    “May I say something now? The encounter with Shelly the other day was purely idental. Don’t read too much into it.” Norton observed her carefully as he spoke.


    This gesture was clearly meant to rify the misunderstanding about Shelly.


    Yvonne’s initial thrill dimmed slightly. Typically, such borate exnations by a man meant one of two things—either he genuinely cared and wanted to prevent her jealousy, or he was simply trying to cover his tracks.


    Considering her previous suspicions about Shelly, Yvonne suspected it might be more of thetter reason.


    “I appreciate it. Thanks for everything you’ve done today,” Yvonne said, her eyes cast downward, choosing not to continue.


    Norton, noticing her subdued mood, earnestly assured her. “You will always remain my wife, no matter the circumstances. No one else can rece you.”


    “d to hear that,” Yvonne responded, collecting her bag and ascending the stairs.


    The following morning marked the day of the anticipated interview with Anthea.


    As scheduled, Anthea showed up at Stylist Magazine.


    Yvonne and Margie weed her warmly, and the trio proceeded to the location set aside for the photo shoot.


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    Heidi observed their departure, a confident smile ying on her lips. If she wasn’t going to conduct the interview, she’d make sure it didn’t happen for anyone. She mused with a crafty smirk, looking forward to their dismay.


    “Let’s head to the dressing room to change, Anya,” Yvonne suggested.


    “Absolutely,” Anthea answered, and they both made their way to the dressing room.


    They had chosen their outfits the previous day; however, upon entering the dressing room, both were taken aback by what they found. The stylist apanying them suddenly screamed.


    Margie, who was busy adjusting some equipment, halted and hurried over, rmed by the outburst. “What’s going on? What’s the problem?” She too was taken aback by the scene in front of her.


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