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    “These are for you.”


    Believing she was doing the right thing, trying to show kindness, she felt satisfied with her act of charity. Her two followers exchanged awkward nces. How could someone from a rural background afford a haute couture dress? But they dared not voice their thoughts.


    Norah had finished her desserts and was feeling quite full by now.


    In response to the youngdy’s kind offer, she said, “Thanks, but I don’t need them.” Her voice was as clear as a bell.


    The youngdy’s smile faltered, her face freezing. “You’re not deaf?”


    “I never said I was deaf,” Norah replied, her gaze steady and unyielding.


    The woman in red flung the te onto the table in frustration. She hadn’t expected Norah to deceive her. She wanted tosh out, but the words stuck in her throat.


    When she had seen Norah eating the cakes earlier, she had assumed Norah was just a country bumpkin, unustomed to such events. Usually, people came to such gatherings towork, not to eat.


    Being a spoiled girl, she had decided to have some fun at Norah’s expense, only to find herself made a fool of instead.


    As the beloved daughter of the Boyd family, Ynde was used to being the one who mocked others, not the other way around!


    Seeing Ynde struck dumb, one of her followers stepped forward, eager to defend her. “Who do you think you are? How dare you make a fool of Miss Boyd? All she has to do is say a word, and you’ll be kicked out of here!”


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    A hint of surprise shed in Norah’s eyes when she heard the name “Miss Boyd.” She had heard Sean mention that Ynde was a sweet little girl. Had she changed?


    The girl who had just spoken was about tounch into another tirade when Ynde red at her and said, “How dare you speak before I do?” The girl fell silent, clearly ustomed to Ynde’s mood swings.


    Ynde turned her gaze toward Norah, studying her with curiosity. “Do you know I’m part of the Boyd family?”


    Most people who were aware of her identity would go out of their way to avoid her, knowing that anyone who offended her might find themselves in trouble with her family or business.


    At the charity party, Ynde was treated with admiration and respect, which inted her sense of self-importance. She hadn’t expected the woman before her to remain unfazed or, even worse, to make a fool of her.


    “No, I didn’t,” Norah replied calmly.


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