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Chapter 32
Britney paused for a moment as she adjusted her father's collar, her brows furrowed slightly. How had she forgotten this? The voice that spoke wasn’t anyone else but her eldest uncle, Maxwell. “Are you all going out for dinner?” Jamiya asked, half-joking, though it was clear from her tone that her words were laced with sarcasm. Jamiya was linked arm in arm with Maxwell, with Geovanni trailing behind them, looking displeased. “Hey big brother, you’re here.” Quinten greeted them politely as always, not letting their veiled words affect his demeanor. Diana also instructed the servants to bring tea. Britney sent a message to Manuel, letting him know she’d be late, and then sat down as a formality. “I’m afraid if I don’t come over soon, you’ll forget about me as your big brother
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