Mrs. Sa frowned, determined to take drastic action, "Since you want to take the risk, I will further discuss with you how to use Yolanda Bardot as a pawn. Laura Waltson is already out of the game, let's set her aside for now."
"Alright, I also think we should start with Yolanda Bardot..."
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Night fell.
It was rare for Arthur Lindsey and his daughter to come home together today. Ella Lacey watched them stroll harmoniously, smiling. If strangers saw them, they might mistakenly think they were a couple.
"Honey, how does it feel to walk alongside our daughter?" Ella Lacey played the role of a gossip journalist.
"It's great." Arthur Lindsey parted his lips.
"Cherline, how about you?" Ella Lacey asked, brimming with enthusiasm.
"..."
Cherline Lindsey brushed past her, quickly crossing the garden courtyard, entering the luxurious living room before she spoke, "He needs your company."
Then, she went upstairs to change her clothes.
