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    “You stubborn girl,” Amy murmured, lightly tapping Sadie’s forehead. “But that’s just who you are, isn’t it?”


    Amy admired not only Sadie’s creativity but also her unwavering spirit.


    “Alright, since you’re so set on this, I won’t push anymore,” Amy said with a shrug. “But I can’t wait to see you shine in thepetition.” She hadplete faith in Sadie, certain she wouldn’t disappoint.


    “I will,” Sadie assured, confidence gleaming in her eyes.


    “Alright then, I should go mingle. Let me know if you need anything.”


    Amy patted Sadie’s shoulder before disappearing into the crowd. She had plenty to take care of and couldn’t stay by Sadie’s side the entire evening.


    As Amy walked away, Sadie felt a warmth spread in her chest.


    Having a friend like her was truly a blessing.


    Meanwhile, not far away, Vivi red at Amy and Sadie, resentment and envy burning in her gaze.


    She bit her lower lip and clenched her fists so tightly that her nails nearly pierced her skin.


    Why?


    Why was Amy still so partial to Sadie?


    After Sadie left Majestic Ego, she had be the chief designer, and she should have been the one standing beside Amy.


    Earlier, she had approached Amy for a brief conversation, but Amy had barely engaged before making an excuse to walk away.


    That dismissive attitude was humiliating. It filled Vivi with rage. She refused to ept this. She wouldn’t allow Sadie to overshadow her.


    She would prove she was the superior designer—the one truly deserving of standing at the top.


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    Suddenly, the sharp sound of a ringing phone broke her thoughts.


    Vivi nced at the screen and saw her father’s name—Moses Quinn. She quickly answered, her tone respectful.


    “Hello, Dad.”


    “Where are you right now?” Moses asked.


    “I’m at a banquet. Is something wrong?” Vivi replied, puzzled.


    “Come home immediately. There’s something important we need to discuss,” Moses said with authority.


    “But, Dad…” Vivi hesitated. “I still have—”


    “No excuses!” Moses cut her off. “Get back here now!” Then the line went dead.


    Vivi gripped her phone tightly, her face paling.


    Her father had always been strict and unyielding.


    She had no choice but to obey. Frustrated, she stomped her foot before storming out of the banquet hall.


    Upon reaching the Quinn family’s residence, she stepped into the living room and immediately noticed Moses seated on the sofa alongside two unfamiliar men.


    One was an elderly gentleman with silver hair but amanding presence. The other was a striking young man who exuded confidence and prestige.


    Vivi blinked, caught off guard. She didn’t recognize either of them.


    “Dad, who are they?” she asked, perplexed.


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