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    Brenna couldn’t helpughing. “Feeling jealous? Let’s go out for dinner tonight, my treat.”


    Ellie perked up. “Then I want you to go all out. Let’s eat at Cloud Pce, the fanciest spot in Shirie! You’re paying for everything.”


    “Alright.”


    Julia had spent ages tearing through wrapping paper, but even after all that work, only half the mountain of gifts had been opened. Gazing at the endless boxes, she realized this was going to take a team. Without hesitation, she called over two more maids for backup.


    With three people doing it, the process sped up. In just thirty minutes, every gifty open. Presents crowded the table, the floor, the sofa—even the coffee table waspletely covered with tokens from friends.


    “There are so many gifts, I don’t even have space for them all,” Brenna said, feeling half-amused and half-overwhelmed by the situation. She selected a few pretty ornaments for the tabletop, picked out some lipsticks that caught her eye, and kept two plush toys. “You’ve all helped me out for quite a while. Please, each of you, choose something you like. Julia, make a list for me. When these people’s birthdayse around, I want to be sure to return the favor.”


    Hearing this, Julia and the two maids beamed, each selecting a lipstick from the collection.


    Brenna might have been spoiled with luxury gifts, but she offered each maid only one. Still, no oneined. One lipstick was worth more than what they usually made in an entire month.


    “Thank you, Miss Harper!” the three eximed, tucking their chosen gifts away and getting to work clearing out the leftover boxes and wrappings.


    While Julia and the others tidied up, Rosie lingered at the doorway, peeking into the gift-filled room. She rememberedst year—Brenna had never gotten this much attention back then.


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    Brenna hadn’t even thrown a big party, but news of her birthday had spread. All sorts of people had sent gifts.


    Rosie couldn’t help but think that everyone in Shirie seemed eager to tter Brenna.


    That afternoon, Brenna made her way to the office. The moment she exited the elevator, she could feel the attention turn to her—especially focused on the sparkling ring she wore.


    The men nced her way, their expressions tinged with envy. The women quickly gathered around, drawn in by curiosity.<fnca6d> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? find?novel</fnca6d>


    “Brenna, can we see your diamond ring up close? Five carats is incredible!”


    “I’ve only ever seen one like it in magazines.”


    “Getting to see a five-carat diamond ring in real life—this is something I’ll remember forever!”


    Excitement buzzed through the crowd, everyone eager for a closer look at the dazzling ring.


    Today, no one called her Miss Harper. They simply addressed her as Brenna.


    Brenna felt a warm sense of eptance.


    They weren’t just showing her respect—they saw her as someone they could follow.


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