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ARGON "She will handle the suit herself. After all, she made a promise to my late father that she would do everything in her power to make me happy. Isn't that right, Brielle?" I dropped my gaze on her, lifting my brow. Brielle stared back at me, slowly nodding her head. "Yes, that's right," She confirmed, looking at the msid Estelle had called. "So, you will wash and straighten my suit. I want to look good on the day of my award ceremony," I said, signaling the maid to hand the suit over to Brielle. As the maid was handing the suit over to her, my eyes came navigating to Estelle's point. She was staring at me with anger, glancing from my side to Brielle's. She tightened her fist, trying to hold back her anger. I saw this coming already. I'll handle it after this is solved. "I will