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    It was Wynter. She held the invitation card between her fingers, her eyes cold.


    “Go back and tell Mrs. Gibson Senior that we, the Empathy Clinic, will be on time for the appointment.


    Hopefully, the Gibson family can hold on and won’t get into any trouble.”


    “What do you think the Gibson family is? Can we even get into trouble?” George looked as if he had


    heard a joke.


    He was extremely haughty. “Let me tell you, no one in Southdale dares toy a finger on the Gibson


    family. The Gibson family is thew of Southdale. You better remember this, youngdy.”


    “I always remember.” Wynter was eating a sweet, and the look in her eyes darkened.


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    George only thought that Wynter didn’t know much about the Gibson family. He then left


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