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Elizabeth Whitlock shared the news about the Amelia Eira brand with Mrs. Whitlock, the matriarch of the family. "Grandma, I was right, wasn't I?" Elizabeth said with a cold laugh. "This little wretch, after securing a loan of thirty million dollars, feels like she's grown wings and wants to sever ties with us. Just like that, she walked away with thirty million dollars, not leaving a penny for the Whitlock family!" "Call her again," Mrs. Whitlock said, trembling with anger. Elizabeth had already called Eira Whitlock numerous times at Mrs. Whitlock's behest, but Eira had consistently ignored her calls. Not that Eira could be blamed, as she was in a meeting with the mayor of Oceanview City, discussing investments for the construction of an office building and a garment factory, with her