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But she didn\'t care; she was too busy enjoying in her newfound freedom.

Hopping down to the ground, she stretched her arms high above her head as if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

"You two are already adults! Finally, I don\'t need to take care of you! Hehe!" she announced, her voice brimming with excitement.

She — had been growing bored of acting responsible.

Now, she could finally let loose and play around without worrying about her daughters.

This was her moment, and she was going to enjoy it.

"Mom?" Yue and Wenxi exchanged glances, both of them at a loss.

Had they really been that bad?

Their puppy-like eyes, full of confusion and hurt.

Wang Xiao, seeing the distress on his daughters\' faces, sighed and lightly smacked Anran on the head, scolding her with a firm tone. "Don\'t be so irresponsible, Anran. You\'re still their mother."

Anran pouted, rubbing the top of her head where he had smacked her, but she didn\'t argue.

Instead, she gave her daughters a playful wink, as if to say she was only kidding—sort of.

"Wow..." Wang Xueying, who had been watching the exchange with wide eyes, finally let out a soft laugh, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle the sound.

Anran\'s antics were amusing, but seeing someone behave so freely was a rare treat.

Xinyue Zhilan, on the other hand, stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

A strange, inexplicable sense of loss washed over her as she watched the cheerful interaction between the family.

This kind of easy, joyful family had once been part of her life too, and seeing it now brought a wave of nostalgia she hadn\'t expected.

Wang Jiarong, standing a little to the side, also found herself smiling.

Unlike her younger sisters, she had grown into a more refined, ladylike demeanor, carrying herself with the grace of someone much older.

But even she couldn\'t help but feel a pang of longing for the simpler, carefree days of the past.

This moment reminded her of those times, and it made her heart ache just a little.

Only the imposter Wang Xiao remained apart from the warm scene, his expression darkening as if he were considering something deeply troubling.

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"Hm...? They\'re leaving already?"

Yue turned around, noticing that the two Rolls-Royces her team had brought were already gone.

Her surprise was short-lived as Wang Xiao, still trying to extricate himself from Anran\'s grasp, spoke up.

"Mary will show them to the accommodations. You two are coming with us."

"Okay," Yue replied, though she was still slightly puzzled.

Moments later, a sleek black Lexus approached them.

But rather than stopping, it drove right past. Another Lexus followed, also passing by.

It wasn\'t until an imposing Bentley pulled up in front of them, followed by a series of four black Land Rovers, that Yue and Wenxi stopped in their tracks, confused.

By now, their group had attracted considerable attention from crowd.

"Are they here to attack us?" Wenxi asked, her voice calm and pleasant, as though she were simply considering the prospect of a fight.

She had noticed that everyone inside the convoy was an armed guard in a black suit.

Whoosh!

Anran, sensing the tension, finally stopped teasing Wang Xiao and turned to the group with a grand gesture. "Ahem, these are your bodyguards from now on! Feel free to use them as you want. Your grandpa arranged it all anyway."

"Guards?"

"Grandpa?"

The words were surprising, raising even more questions, but Anran didn\'t bother to explain further.

She casually swung open the door of the Bentley\'s co-pilot seat.

The driver, a woman with straight hair and Asian features, handed over a handgun, which Anran checked with a practiced eye before returning it.

Satisfied, she settled into the seat, stretching out comfortably.

Once Wang Xiao was seated between Yue and Wenxi in the back, the convoy began to move.

However, the sisters couldn\'t shake their discomfort—not because of their seating arrangement, but because of the conspicuous attention the convoy was drawing.

Onlookers stared openly, trying to catch a glimpse of the VIPs inside.

The convoy\'s lead car cleared traffic ahead, allowing the procession to speed through the streets with ease.

*Whoosh!*

*Whoosh!*

*Whoosh!*

The convoy even sped past the two Rolls-Royces, which had pulled over into the right lane.

A crowd had gathered around the vehicles, and something seemed amiss.

Mary was outside one of the Rolls, engaged in a dispute with another woman who looked foreign.

Amaya, driving the Bentley, noticed the scene and pulled over, bringing the convoy to a halt.

She rolled down her window, her expression stoic as she took in the situation.

She recognized Mary and was momentarily surprised to see her still alive, but her focus quickly returned to the task at hand.

"What happened here?" Amaya asked, her tone flat but authoritative.

The two Rolls had indeed stopped, and there was quite a scene on the road.

A group of people had gathered, and on the other side of the Rolls, some seemed to be causing trouble.

A woman, appearing specifically hurt, sat on the ground with her ankle twisted, her face contorted in pain.

Although Amaya had a general idea of what was going on, she needed to confirm the details.

Mary, standing beside the Rolls, offered a rare smile in Amaya\'s direction before explaining.

"It\'s nothing major," Mary said calmly. "The girl here accidentally fell on the road and is now blaming us."

Yue, suspicious, rolled down her own window to get a better look at the situation.

She saw the blonde-haired woman on the ground, her ankle clearly twisted, and her face showing obvious pain.

"I\'m blaming you?" the woman spat, her voice thick with indignation. "Do you think I\'m stupid? You people were obviously speeding! And don\'t think your fancy cars will intimidate me. I\'m the director of Lockheed Martin, and believe me, I can have you all thrown behind bars right now!"

Amaya and Yue frowned in unison. Mary wouldn\'t possibly lie about a situation like this—she had no reason to.

In fact, they didn\'t care much about the woman\'s status or origin.

But Anran, who had been itching for some mischief, saw things differently.

If this woman wanted to pretend, could she pretend more than Anran?

Anran poked her head out of the car window, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Heh, if you\'re the director, then I\'m the president of your country—Mmph... Mmmph!" Before she could finish, Wang Xiao swiftly covered her mouth and pulled her back inside the car.

"Humph! Why stop me? I was really thinking of running for office this time!" Anran grumbled, her tone half-serious, half-teasing. But Wang Xiao knew better—if he didn\'t stop her, she might actually follow through with her wild idea to run for office in Country M.

Amaya sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. It was her first day on this new mission, and already she was dealing with such a headache. "Just give her some compensation," she instructed, her tone cold and practical. "If she doesn\'t accept... run over her."

The woman on the road sneered, incredulous at what she was hearing.

Did they think they could just run over anyone they wanted?

But Mary, who had been calmly observing the entire exchange, simply smiled back, a serene expression on her face.

She wasn\'t worried—this was a small matter, and she could handle it easily.

Amaya nodded in acknowledgment, and the convoy continued on its way, leaving the flustered woman behind.