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Well, the "High Branch" she had climbed was truly significant; it was no wonder people spoke of it that way.
The smartphone 'dinged' with a notification.
It was a WhatsApp message from Viola Harris, listing the items she had asked Amelia Clarke to buy—mostly cosmetics, even clearly marking the brands and models.
At the end, she added: "Amelia, I was out of line just now, sorry. Don't be mad, okay? I actually think you are worthy of Boss Moreland, at the very least you're younger than him!"
Amelia Clarke couldn't help but smile and sent back a smiling face emoji.
At that moment,
The Female Maid knocked and came in.
"Madam, lunch is ready."
Amelia Clarke put away her phone, turned, and smiled as she nodded at her.
Her demeanor was serene, yet she did not lose the dignified elegance of a lady of the house.
Halfway through her meal, Amelia Clarke's phone rang.
She pulled it out and checked the screen—a strange number with no contact name.
