A week later, a familiar black Mercedes pulled into the parking lot of Everest Stock Exchange. The chauffeur stepped out and opened the back door. The first thing seen: a polished pair of Tom Ford shoes, sharp dark suit, crisp white shirt, and matching slacks. His hair was perfectly styled, brows groomed, sunglasses in place—cool and composed.Stefan walked around the car to open the other door. A pair of flat shoes stepped down next. Dorothy emerged, wearing a flared but formal dress—professional, yet stylish.“Let’s go in, love,” Stefan said, stretching out his hand. Dorothy took it, and he gently led her forward, with Griffin and Chloe following behind.“Stefan, I still think you should’ve let me wear those heels I like,” Dorothy pouted, throwing a mild glare at him.“Harrison said you need to be extra careful now that you’re pregnant. He even mentioned the heels. Can we not argue about this right now?” Stefan whispered.“Whatever,” Dorothy muttered, rolling her eyes.Chloe chuckle
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