Amidst the bustling crowd, Julie strolled in confidently, flaunting a designer bag and expensive high heels.

She was accompanied by two attentive male assistants and surrounded by a dozen bodyguards. It looked as if she was a wealthy heiress.

"Why is she here?" Dustin pondered.

After a period of absence, Julie appeared to have undergone a substantial style upgrade, exuding an aura of affluence but lacking refinement. So, she looked more like a nouveau riche.

"Do you know her, Sir?" inquired Abigail, her curiosity piqued.

"An old acquaintance, but we're not on good terms," responded Dustin.

"No wonder ... seeing her face, I already feel uneasy," muttered Abigail, her displeasure evident.

"People of Camron Medicals, listen up! Get your boss out here; I want to discuss a major deal with her!" Julie declared as she removed her sunglasses, her voice echoing loudly.

"Hey! Who do you think you are? Don't you understand the concept of first come, first served?" a man in a suit compla