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    Noelle was no fool. She knew she was not exactly the family favorite, but she had not expected


    them to stoop this low. Her dad, who was usually sopor, was showing his true colors at


    Grandpa’s birthday, of all ces. It was a real eye–opener for Noelle.


    “Grandpa, how about I hang out with you for a bit?” Noelle shed a smile. “Check it out. We’ve got


    a full house today, all here to party for you.” She gently took Samuel’s hand, ready


    to head off.


    Julian was fuming his face red and his mustache practically bristling. With the crowd watching,


    however, he bit his tongue.


    Then, out of nowhere, the crowd started buzzing and a wave of gasps rolled through the room.


    Noelle peeked through the sea of people and spotted someone making an entrance at the door the


    Shaw family had been keeping an eye on. The guy was tall and striking, walking with a confidence


    that said keep your distance,pletely stealing the spotlight from Noelle and her grandpa


    Dressed to the nines in a sleek ck suit that made him look even sharper, he strode in confidently


    with a no–nonsense guy on his heels. He was carrying a fancy gift box and heading straight for


    Noelle. The crowd could not stop whispering. “Isn’t that the hotshot from the Hoffman family?”


    “Hey, that’s Mr. Hoffman, right?”


    “Wow, the Shaw family must be a big deal to get Mr. Hoffman to show up.”


    “If you ask me, it’s not about the Shaw family’s reputation at all. It’s totally because of the Hoffman


    family connections.”


    Winter’s gaze was locked on the guy who was shining like a star in the middle of the crowd. She


    could not look away. Then, turning to Xavier with a puzzled frown, she asked, “Hey Xavier, when


    did your family start hanging out with celebrities? Who is this Mr. Hoffman guy?*


    Xavier bit his lip, ncing at his dad with mixed feelings. He had to admit that Charles showing up


    was a big win for his family. He managed a small grin and said, “That’s Charles Hoffman.”


    No way, he was that Charles? One of the Four Young Masters of Brookville?


    Winter was stunned. A thrill zipped through her as she clutched Xavier’s hand. “That Mr. Hoffman?”


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    Xavier pursed his lips, staying silent.


    While Winter was practically bouncing with excitement, Noelle was the picture of cool. She watched


    the glowing man walk toward her with all eyes on