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    Brenna put her phone away and reached for the bags Giselle brought in. Inside, she found a wool coat, two brand-new designer purses, a luxury skincare set, fresh shoes, and some trendy clothes Giselle had picked up for her.


    “Pick whichever handbag you like, and set the other aside for Lilith. Drop it off for her tomorrow, and say it’s from you. It’s important to keep things warm between you two.”


    “Brother’s getting married to her soon, so we should treat her well,” Giselle said, washing her hands before settling in at the table.


    “Alright,” Brenna replied. “I’ll handle it tomorrow.”


    Giselle continued, “If you eat out with her, the bill’s on you. Don’t let Lilith pay for anything, got it? After lunch, take her shopping and get her whatever she wants.” She pulled out her phone and wired Brenna ten million on the spot. “Don’t hold back.”


    Brennaughed. “Mom, I’m not short on money. You don’t need to transfer me more.”


    But Giselle just shook her head. “Younger folks spend more, so save what’s yours. My money is meant for you to enjoy. I’ve already set aside my pension. Besides, I heard you’re opening an animation studio. That must need a lot of money, right? If you need more funds, just ask your dad; don’t be shy about it. And if you are too shy, I’ll ask him for you.”


    “I really do have enough money, Mom. Why are you always worried I’m broke? Sure, I don’t own manypanies, but mine are all profitable,” Brenna said, still smiling.


    Giselle gave Brenna a look. “It’s important for young people to be financially secure. Use your money when you need it. Just look at the family shares. Your grandma already handed a lot to Rosie. Our family’s got more money than we could ever spend. If you just hoard it, one day it’ll end up belonging to someone else.”


    “It’s not a guarantee that the shares will stay with Rosie,” Brenna said.


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    Shepard slipped into the room just as the conversation unfolded, shing Giselle a mysterious smile. “Our family’s shares aren’t handed out lightly. Rosie’s schemed against us time and again—why would we simply give her what she wants?”


    His face darkened briefly. A few days ago, Brenna had shared some troubling news with him, but he and Ernst had kept it from Giselle to spare her worry. Instead, they had quietly arranged for someone to protect her discreetly.


    Just then, Ernst strolled in, loosening his tie and passing it, along with his coat, to Julia with a casual air.


    Giselle’s eyes narrowed. “Are you hiding something from me?”


    Shepard settled beside her, his tone reassuring. “Nothing to worry about. Our son’s wedding is approaching, and you’ll have your hands full managing it. You’ve been working so hardtely.”<fn9df2> Follow current nov?ls on find?novel</fn9df2>


    He reached into his jacket, pulled out a small velvet box, and offered it to her.


    “Take a look—do you like it?”


    Ernst and Brenna exchanged amused nces, their smiles warm.


    Giselle flushed slightly. “We’ve been together for so long, and you’re still giving me gifts?”


    Despite her words, she epted the gift and opened the box to find a pair of rare golden pearl earrings.


    “They are gorgeous.” Giselle’s voice softened, her heart warmed by Shepard’s thoughtfulness.


    Brenna said, “They suit you well.”


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