"Stella! I have something for you!" I shouted, holding a glass of iced coconut water.When I turned around, I was startled to see my seven-year-old daughter, Stella Quinton, being surrounded by a group of people in the shallow area of the ocean.The leader of the group was a young and beautiful woman who was wearing sexy swimwear and a thick layer of makeup. Several gorgeous women and muscular bodyguards stood behind her.The woman impatiently pointed at Stella and exclaimed, "Where did you come from, brat? Scram!""Felicity booked the entirety of Moonrise Bay today for a party. You should leave now if you know what's good for you. Don't dirty our space!" a tall and thin woman said arrogantly.Felicity? Felicity Portman?I knew that name. She was a microcelebrity who was signed to my husband, Micah Morrison's, entertainment company. They were heavily promoting her recently. She had become popular because of a web drama, but at the same time, her attitude had also become insuffera
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