The crowd was overwhelming. Ronan looked at the unprecedented scene before him. His shoes had


    been stepped on several times, and


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    even his cor was askew.


    After straightening it, he still felt reluctant. “Ms. Quinnell, are we really leaving like this? If you want that


    candle jar, Mr. Lott will definitely


    give it to you.”


    “The candle jar used for the guardian angel is meant for the family that worships it.” Wynter strung the


    Epoch Collection with a red string and ced it in her bag.


    Smiling, she said, “Uncle Ronan, we can’t covet others’ blessings. It may backfire. Plus, Mr. Lott is a


    good person. His items are all genuine.”


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