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I'm sorry Charlotte but Mr Aster has to decide

"Come here, Jasmine," Charlotte said firmly, pulling her daughter by the arm. Jasmine hesitated, looking back at Astor with wide eyes, but eventually let her mother drag her away. Charlotte’s heart raced as she tried to shake off the strange moment. She didn’t need her daughter getting attached to Astor just yet.

Astor, on the other hand, turned on his heel, striding off toward the living room. His footsteps echoed against the marble floors.

Charlotte crouched to Jasmine’s level, forcing a smile despite the storm raging inside her. “Sweetie, you can’t just run to people like that, okay? Especially not...