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Can you imagine? Someone so privileged, giving her a name like that?
The man beside her glanced at Yelena Hughes’ chest, then pounded the sofa, laughing wildly, "Hahaha, Mimi—"
Chester’s face twitched, still forced herself to flatter, "Sounds lovely, Mimi, hurry and thank Young Master."
Yelena Hughes listened to the laughter, wave after wave hitting her ears. Does she not mind? Doesn’t she feel humiliated?
Her wishes were always simple— ...
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