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    She marched over to confront Rosie, but when she saw Rosie’s face smeared with cream, she stopped herself from pping her, unwilling to get her hands dirty.


    “How dare you insult my son like that?” she asked sharply.


    Rosie’s anger red even more. In an attempt toin about Patrick, she had refused to let the servants wipe the cream off her face, but that only caused her to beughed at.


    “How did you raise your son? He threw cream at my face. If you won’t teach him manners, then I will,” she said, reaching for Patrick. As she tried to grab him, he dodged and sprinted away, nearly causing her to tip over in her wheelchair.


    Ellie stepped in her way. “You already insulted him for that. You two are even now.”


    Unsatisfied, Rosie retorted, “My dress is expensive, and now it’s ruined. You need topensate me!”


    She nced at the beige M&G dress on the bed, feeling a strong desire for it.


    Ellie threw the dresses Rosie had brought back at her. “Then you can take these dresses back now!”


    Rosie pointed at the beige dress and said, “I want that one.”


    Brenna and Ellie exchanged nces, each struggling to hold back theirughter.


    From Rosie’s reaction, they were certain of their suspicions. The two dresses sent by the manager clearly had problems, which exined Rosie’s refusal to ept them.


    Rosie was stubborn about taking the two dresses Ellie had designed for Brenna, which was exactly what they had anticipated.


    However, Brenna knew that if Rosie acquired Ellie’s designs without difficulty, she might suspect a trap.


    Thus, Brenna firmly refused Rosie’s request, saying, “Absolutely not. These are exclusive designs Ellie crafted specifically for me. They are unique. Why should I hand them over to you?”


    Rosie persisted, her tone harsh as she said, “Your son caused this mess! My dress is ruined; I can’t be seen like this. Why shouldn’t youpensate me?”


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    Her eyes scanned the four dressesid out on the bed, scheming to force Brenna into wearing one of the dresses from the store manager. Suddenly, an idea came to her.


    She maneuvered her wheelchair closer, snatched the red dress designed by Ellie, and hastily used it to clean the cream from her face. Brenna and Ellie reacted too slowly to stop her, and both were visibly angered by this.


    But the damage was done; the red dress was now stained with cream. Rosie, smirking, dropped the ruined dress on the floor and lifted the beige one. “I’ll take this one,” she said.


    She hummed contentedly, reveling in the frustration evident on Ellie’s and Brenna’s faces.


    She then wheeled herself toward the door of the adjacent room, the one she had previously upied.


    As she entered the room and closed the door behind her, she muttered under her breath, “Thought you could outsmart me? You’re still too naive, Brenna. What does it matter if you’re friends with the founder of M&G? You’re still being yed by me. You’ll soon get allergic. Let’s see how you celebrate your birthday in the hospital!”


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