Although Yvette Sterling didn't hail from a top-tier wealthy family, she was still born into prestige and had been spoiled since childhood. Her temper flared up in an instant. "Did I say anything wrong? Does she look like she respects me as an elder at all? She just thinks I stole her mother's place. Deep down, she has always resented me."
Hannah Hughes sat there quietly eating her meal. As she watched her parents argue, a barely detectable, cold smile crept onto her face... The Winslow Family! Julian Winslow—she wanted them both.
Marcus Hughes ignored his wife. He looked at his daughter, his eyes full of affectionate warmth. "Our Hannah definitely has feelings for Mr. Winslow, otherwise she wouldn't have been so bashful earlier. Don't worry! Dad has his ways to make your dream come true."
"Oh, Dad! Don't be so blunt, okay? I don't have feelings for him." Hannah's innocent face flushed with a girlish coyness that would melt anyone's heart.
