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    Her daughter, chastised so openly in front of her? The slight was undeniable. It felt like a p to her face too.


    Sensing the shift in the air, Corey chuckled, breaking the tension. “Daughters always dote on their parents, but mine seems to have a soft spot for someone else.”


    Leah’s cheeks tinted a delicate rose as she gave him a bashful smile. “Dad, don’t say that,” she murmured, stamping her foot in yful protest before slipping to his side.


    Her endearing reaction melted away the unease, promptingughter to ripple through the room, dissolving the awkwardness.


    Tracy’s gaze drifted back to the ne, her fingers lightly grazing the edge of the box. The more she looked at it, the stronger the temptation grew. She longed to try it on immediately.


    Her eyes darted around before she rose to her feet with a polite smile. “Excuse me for a moment. I need to visit the restroom.”


    Leah rose immediately. “I’ll join you, Mrs. Ashton.” Her voice was warm and knowing, and she scooped up the ne as they left.


    Inside the restroom, Leah approached her and held it up. “Mrs. Ashton, let me help you put it on.”


    Tracy hesitated, but only for show. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to trouble you.”


    “Nonsense. It’s a gift for you. Why not wear it now?” Leah said smoothly, already fastening the sp before Tracy could protest further.


    As Tracy turned toward the mirror, her fingers grazed the cool stones. Her reflection revealed more than just the gleaming ne—there was a glow in her eyes, a rekindled spark of delight.


    “When I saw this ne, I immediately thought of you, Mrs. Ashton,” Leah smiled. “And now, seeing it on you—it’s absolutely perfect.”


    Under the warm praise, Tracy’s face lit up with radiant joy, like the sun breaking through clouds.


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    As they strolled back, arms entwined, the closeness between them resembled that of a mother and daughter. Even their steps were perfectly in sync.


    “Leah, don’t take my earlier words to heart. I was only thinking of your best interests,” Tracy’s tone was gentle, almost coaxing. “Fame isn’t all glitz and mour—it draws scrutiny and gossip. Now that you’re so close to Andromache, who knows how many people are waiting to trip you up? Keeping a low profile is the wisest course.”


    Leah’s lips curved into a soft, understanding smile. “I understand.”


    Just then, the door of the most exclusive VIP room swung open, and Corrine stepped out. When her gazended on Leah and Tracy, a faint furrow creased her brow before she brushed past them coldly. Tracy’s steps faltered. She hadn’t expected to run into her here.


    She drew in a measured breath and gave a lukewarm smile. “I thought I’d never cross paths with you again, Miss Hond.”


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