Irina's POV
Someone's companion quickly slapped a hand over the speaker's mouth.
A brief crack appeared across Mindy's expression before she smoothed it back into place.
"Keep your voice down. They adore Mindy. Even if their real daughter returned, she wouldn't get the same treatment," the companion hissed.
This seemed to ease Mindy's tension somewhat.
'Blood relation doesn't matter. As long as I'm their favorite, I remain the Brent family's precious daughter,' Mindy told herself.
The crowd included plenty of wealthy spectators, but none had witnessed such jaw-dropping affluence before.
These people considered a few hundred thousand annually their peak earnings, yet the handbags those two girls carried started at a million each.
The wealth on display was staggering.
Mindy stepped forward. "Karl, clear these people out. There's nothing to see here, and we don't need an audience."
Karl gave a quick nod and signaled security to handle crowd control.
