Wynter kept the bodyguards from taking her bag.

“No, thank you. These are the tools I use for medical treatment. I can take them myself. Just go ahead

with your tasks.”

She had to meet Margaret’s friend’s grandson, so being so high–profile wasn’t for the best.

The bodyguards said politely, “Okay, miss. We’re always at your command.”

Hilda couldn’t stand it anymore, gritting her teeth. “Are you sure that her invitation card is

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