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In the robot–run backend of the shipping nter, several human managers suddenly appeared as virtual projections.
They stared at the screen showing the two very normal–looking storage buttons, looking like they were facing a major crisis. Sweat was practically dripping off their foreheads.
“Sky Island No. 2, and it’s addressed directly to Mrs. Zaylee.
“The sender is Elizabeth Schofield? The one who just married into the Hewitts…”
“The Hewitts didn’t send anyone to pick her up, and they haven’t publicly acknowledged her. This situation is tricky!”
“What if… what if what’s inside isn’t safe? If we deliver it, wouldn’t we be in trouble too?”
“Can we scan it?” someone suggested.
“Are you crazy?! You think we can just scan something meant for the Hewitts? If we see something we shouldn’t, we’re dead!” someone immediately snapped back.
The group circled around the two storage buttons, panicking like they were holding hot potatoes.
Finally, the person in charge made a decision. “Contact the Hewitts! Let them decide! Send over the tracking number and sender info, and ask if they want to accept the package!”
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That night, a restaurant in StarRing was bright and lively.
Zaylee was attending a small private dinner with Trevor, chatting happily with a few longtime family and friends.
At that moment, her sleek device buzzed softly. It was an encrypted message from Jeremy, asking about the package Elizabeth had sent.
After reading it, a pleased smile appeared on Zaylee’s face.
Natasha, sitting next to her, noticed the change. She joked curiously, “Zaylee, what’s got you so happy? Did Cristian win another battle?”
Zaylee was in a good mood and didn’t hide it. She smiled at the other ladies and said, “It’s my daughter–in–law, Elizabeth. She sent us a gift! Such a thoughtful girl.”
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“Elizabeth?”
Hearing that name, all the women at the tat froze for a second.
They exchanged looks, their expressions turning strange and full of disbelief.
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Natasha almost lost control of her expression. She forced herself to stay composed, carefully choosing her words.
“Zaylee, from the way you sound, you really like this daughter–in–law of yours.”
Zaylee acted like she didn’t see their weird faces. She lifted her glass, her tone casual with a hint of teasing. “She’s fine. Honestly, I already thought I’d never get to be a mother–in–law in this life. Now that there’s finally a girl willing to ‘take in‘ my troublesome son, of course I’m going to like her.”
The other ladies could only laugh along awkwardly, their smiles stiff and forced.
Deep down, they were thinking the same thing.
Like her? Seriously?
Elizabeth had a terrible reputation on Centria Planet. People said she even drugged a man and tried to force herself on him.
No normal family with any self–respect would accept someone like that, let alone a top family like the Hewitts!
Having a daughter–in–law like her was embarrassing. It would embarrass the whole family across the galaxy!
Zaylee was probably just trying to save face.
But nobody dared to say that to her face. They just laughed awkwardly and went along with it, secretly judging her for being so “fake” about the whole thing.
Zaylee saw right through their fake smiles and barely hidden contempt. She suddenly felt totally bored with the conversation.
She didn’t feel like playing their social games anymore, so she pulled out her watch and messaged Jeremy, “Get that delivery scheduled as soon as possible. I’m looking forward to seeing what my daughter–in–law sent.”
Scarface’s scouts were pretty fast. Since Elizabeth didn’t bother hiding her movements at the recycling station, they quickly found the exact location of her farm.
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“Hah! Just a woman with a piece of trash land and she thinks she’s someone important?” Scarface looked at the rough map his men hau made, his face twisting into a mocking grin.
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