"I think you better tell me exactly what you were doing at the hospital," Hazelyn said arrogantly with her arms crossed over her chest.

I smiled and softly said, "Ms. Hazelyn, right? Who says you can't discuss investments while wearing a simple outfit?”

Hazelyn exaggeratedly laughed. "Look at you. You’re dressed so shabbily yet dare to be so confident."

"Ms. Hazelyn, do you place so much importance on money? What kind of attire, in your opinion, would make someone look like an investor?" I pressed on with a challenging tone.

She snorted dismissively, rolling her eyes. "Certainly not like you. Just tell me. What exactly are you doing in Gerby?"

The people around us shifted their attention to me, and their gazes now carried suspicion, as if I were some dubious character.

I calmly said, "What? Is it necessary to inform the Chandler family whenever someone comes to Gerby?"

"It depends on the matter. I think it's necessary for your case," Hazelyn said unapologetically.

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