Besides, the family was in a flurry of preparations for her official wee party. Her grandfather and grandmother had hired a team of internationally renowned designers to create a custom gown and handle her styling. They were meticulously nning every detail of the event, down to ensuring the food and drinks were all to her liking.


    Hannah simply had no time to deal with Lionel.


    Meanwhile, Lionel found himselfpletely cut off. Hannah had blocked his number again, and when he tried his assistant, he discovered that number was blocked too. There was no way to talk to her.


    In desperation, he tried waiting for her at the Keystone Group building.


    He didn''t find Hannah, but he did run into Yves.


    "Well, well. Did you not receive an invitation from the Temple family, Mr.


    Rosenberg?" Yves asked, waving the elegant card in his hand. "Hannah''s


    wee party is tonight. As her... nominal husband, surely you weren''t left off the list?"


    Lionel''s face was a stony mask. "Is Hannah in the office? Be a dear, Mr. Lancaster, and tell her I need to speak with her."


    "Oh, you must be joking, Mr. Rosenberg. That''s no trouble at all!" Yves chuckled. "But it''s not that I won''t help you, it''s just that Hannah has been incredibly busytely and took some time off. How about this? I can give her a call for you."


    With a grand flourish, Yves held out his phone to Lionel. Even an outsider could guess he''d been blocked, and the public humiliation was scalding.


    Without another word, Lionel turned on his heel and strode away.


    "Don''t be shy, Mr. Rosenberg! I won''t even charge you for the call!" Yves shouted after his retreating back. "Do you want my help or not? Just say the word!"


    Watching Lionel disappear, Yves let out a derisive snort, pocketed his phone, and drove to the Temple estate.


    When he arrived, the house was already magnificently decorated. Yves greeted the elder Mr. Temple before going to find Hannah. On his way, he passed the area where the technical crew was setting up the audio-visual equipment and paused for a moment. After about fifteen minutes, he finally headed upstairs.


    "Mr. Lancaster."


    Yves walked into the dressing room and nced at the makeup artist. "Could I have a moment alone with Hannah?"


    The artist nodded understandingly and slipped out of the room.


    Seeing his serious expression, Hannah asked quietly, "What is it?”


    Yves took out his phone, pulled up a video, and handed it to her. "Take a look at this."


    Hannah took the phone. As she watched the surveince footage, her brow furrowed into a tight line.


    "Was the productionpany for this event hired by the Temples?" she asked.


    "It''s thepany they always use, but they said they were short-staffed and had to hire a few temporary workers to help out," Hannah replied, handing the phone back. "It seems Sandra still hasnt given up She even dredging up videos from the orphanage to try and ruimme."


    “Do you want me to put a stop to it?"


    Hannah thought for a moment, then shook her head. “No, let her. If she wants everyone to see these videos, then let them y. We''ll consider it her wee home gift to me. A gift this big? How could I possibly refuse it?"


    Yves instantly understood her n and broke into a grin. “That''s Hannah. think Sandra is about tog leam what it means to be hoisted by her own petard. It''s a shame Lionel isn''t here, though. He''d miss the show."


    "He''s noting? Samuel delivered the invitation to him personally."


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