Hearing Sallie sigh with fatigue, ine was quick to respond, “Have a rest. I’ll give you a shout.


    when dinner’s ready.”


    Sallie nodded in acknowledgment.


    “Hold up a second, Sallie.” Gemma suddenly grasped Sallie’s hand.


    Sallie betrayed a flicker of disgust as she caught sight of Gemma’s grubby fingers. Gemma’s long


    and unkempt nails were caked with grime.


    Swallowing her revulsion, Sallie managed to ask, “What is it?”


    Gemma continued with a hint of excitement, “I got a special treat for you! Felton, bring it over here,


    will you?”


    Felton stepped forward with a bag in hand. “This is the pickle I made just for you.”


    Gemma chimed in. “Remember how you loved it when you were a little girl? Only you and Ste get


    to enjoy my pickle. No one else gets this special treatment!”


    Sallie and Ste were the shining stars. It was natural for Gemma to dote on them. After all when


    they married off, she expected them to remember herself with affection and generosity.


    “Thanks, Granny,” Sallie said, taking the bag.


    Gemma beamed. “No need for thanks, child. Go get some rest now.”


    Sallie took the bag inside. The moment she was out of sight, she tossed it straight into the trash.


    She couldn’t bear to hold onto such filth for a moment longer.


    It wasn’t long before Susan’s daughter Phoebe arrived.


    Phoebe was the spitting image of Susan, with a talent for ttering that was second to none. One


    moment she wasplimenting ine on her youthful looks, the next on how well–maintained her


    skin was. Her words were as sweet as honey.


    Phoebe’s sweet talk made Anthea’s silence more noticeable. Sitting motionless on the couch. she


    didn’t utter a single charming word.


    ine frowned slightly with a hint of distaste flickering in her eyes.


    How on earth did Carole educate Anthea?


    ine slipped off her bracelet and fastened it around Phoebe’s wrist. “Phoebe, this bracelet is for


    you.”


    Phoebe was taken aback. “Auntie, I couldn’t ept this!”


    ine’sughter filled the room. “You’re my niece. Besides, with how sweet you are, you’re my


    favorite. This is thetest style. It’ll look great on someone young like you. I’m too old for such


    things!”


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    It was a clear jab at Anthea, who undoubtedly felt a pang of envy as she watched the bracelet


    change hands. She probably regretted not cozying up to ine like Phoebe had.


    Phoebe clung to ine’s arm. “Auntie, you don’t look old at all! Standing next to my mom, who


    would guess you’re sisters? You look more like mother and daughter! If anyone’s looking old, it’s my


    mom!”


    Susan shot Phoebe a re, thinking, “That little brat! There was no need to trample my pride just to


    win favor with ine. Am I really that old?”


    But the sight of the bracelet tempered Susan’s irritation.


    ine swelled with Phoebe’s ttery. “You always know how to make me smile!”


    Phoebe replied, “You are young. Auntie! And this bracelet must have been so pricey. I think I’ve


    heard one of my friends mention this brand before.” Her eyes darted to Anthea, who seemed


    uninterested in their conversation.


    Thanks to Reba’s deliberate promotion, Phoebe knew all too well about Anthea in the Morris


    family.


    Anthea was an outsider and not even favored. She must never have seen a bracelet like this


    before.


    ine casually mentioned, “It wasn’t that expensive, just a bit over two thousand dors.”


    Two thousand dors?


    Phoebe sparkled her eyes.


    Anthea, on the other hand, seemed to care little for the conversation. She pulled out her


    smartphone and logged onto GlobalGigaNet to pick up a task she couldplete right there and


    then. Money was her focus now.


    As soon as she epted the task, a message popped up.


    “No way! Are you the real Phoenix–YC? That master?”


    “Yes, is there an issue?”


    The person on the other end of the screen took off their sses and polished them fervently. unable


    to believe their luck at having Phoenix–YC ept their task.


    Phoenix YC’s growing fame brought a plethora of imitators with simr usernames, such as Phenix–


    YC, Phoenix YC, Fhoenix–YC, Phoonix–YC and so on.


    The person was worried this was just another fake.


    After carefully checking and realizing they were indeed in contact with the real Phoenix–YC, they


    hurriedly sent another message. “Boss! Please, add me as a friend!”


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    Anthea, absorbed in her coding, didn’t notice the iing message.