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Was this ginseng acquired properly?”
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Taylor matumily stopped mud swing, he aggression vinnslung Lake the others, she looked up toward the rail
There wood girl in princess dress, calm and serene, smiling down at the crowd.
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The very first moment she saw Yunice. Elsie had vowed to tear every one of those dresses to shreds with her own hands.
For years, she thought she’d seeded. Ever since Yunice returned from the asylum she’d only wom cheap street clothes. Elsie hadn’t thought much of it–until now. That same old bitterness came rushing back.
Why did Yunice get to live better than me?
Yunny, what are you doing here?” Owen stepped in front of Yunice, frowning as he whispered. “Mr. Jackson still doesn’t like you being around Wyatt. Don’t ruin the mood on such a happy day.
Go back inside.”
Elsie’s presence was treated as an honor, while hers was seen as nothing but a disruption.
Yunice paused. lips curving. “I’m here to wish my father–inw a happy birthday–how is that ruining the mood!”
“What Owen’s face turned awkward as he nced at Jackson. Only then did he remember that Yunice no longer shared the same generation as him.
She brushed past Owen’s shoulder, not sparing him a second nce. Today was a special day: everyone would be on their best behavior. Anyone who started a fight would be the one under fire.
The more cautious they were, the more room she had to maneuver.
Yunice cirded the century–old ginseng.
Taylor<b>, </b>looking thoughtful, asked. “Ms. Saunders, do you have thoughts about this ginseng? Just now, it sounded like you said it wasn’t obtained properly
Yunice smiled. “It just looks familiar.
Elsie clenched her fingers but kept her expression alm.
Yunice turned to Owen and smiled again. “Mr. Owen, don’t you think this ginseng looks familiar
too?”
Owen didn’t respond right away. His eyes stayed on the ginseng. The moment he saw it, he’d already thought of the one Quinton had gifted them
But that one had already been returned; there was no way it was this one
He had no idea what Yunice was implying–he just knew she was stirring up trouble. He
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“That’s quite ayman’s take, Mr. Owen.” Yunice replied. “How could all ginseng look the same? You’re human; Elsie is human too. Are the two of you identical?”
Owen frowned<b>, </b>warning her. He <b>had </b>told her before–never call Elsie by her real name in public!
Fortunately, few people present even knew who Elsie was, so no one <b>really </b><b>paid </b>attention.
Yunice ignored the warning and continued. “Just like people, every piece of ginseng has its <b>own </b>identity. Even if itsbel is removed, it will still prove its worth.”