"She came to J City a few years ago and opened her firm. She seems to have money, but no real family background to speak of." Gladys leaned closer to Mrs. Winters, her voice dropping conspiratorially. "A beautiful young woman with no family but plenty of cash, who moves to a new city to start a PR company... what do you think she was doing before? You've seen the world, Auntie. You know what that implies."

Mrs. Winters was taken aback. "Is that true?"

"Look at how quickly she's managed to wrap my cousin around her little finger," Gladys sneered. "You know how capable she must be. I'm afraid she's just after the money."

Mrs. Winters frowned. "But your grandmother has already made her will. What can I do?"

"Make Eugene break up with her, of course!" Gladys said sharply. "Once they're broken up, Sylvia won't be his girlfriend, let alone a member of the Winters family. On what grounds could she inherit Grandma's dowry?" Seeing her aunt hesitate, she added, "Don't think I'm just being selfish, Auntie. I don't even want the dowry. But our family's assets should not fall into the hands of an outsider! I'm just worried Sylvia will take the money and run, leaving my cousin with nothing."

"It would be her good fortune to marry into our family. Why would she run?" Mrs. Winters scoffed.

"And if she doesn't run? If she latches onto Eugene, won't that be an even bigger headache for you?" Gladys countered.

Mrs. Winters took a sip of her tea, her eyes flickering. "So what do you suggest I do?"

"Auntie," Gladys said, leaning in even closer. "Let me introduce a new girlfriend to Eugene."

"What girlfriend?"

"A dear friend of mine. And guess who she is?" Gladys said, her voice filled with excitement. "She's the granddaughter of the master painter, Old Mr. Quintin. Her name is Evelyn Quintin. She's a true lady, from a prestigious family, and she's absolutely gorgeous."

Mrs. Winters looked at her skeptically. "Are you sure she's Old Mr. Quintin's granddaughter? How do you two know each other?"

"Of course, I'm sure! I've been to the Quintin family estate myself. It's the real deal, Gladys insisted. "If my own brother weren't already engaged, I would have introduced her to him. This way, we can still keep it in the family." Seeing that her aunt was still doubtful, she pulled out her phone. "She should be getting off work soon. I'll call her and invite her to dinner tonight. You two can meet. How does that sound?"

If she was truly Old Mr. Quintin's granddaughter, Mrs. Winters would be thrilled.

"Alright," she said, deciding to play along. "I'll treat you all to dinner."

Gladys called Evelyn, who readily agreed to meet for dinner.

Since it was already getting late, Gladys and Mrs. Winters went

straight to the restaurant. Gladys tot had chosen a high-end Western establishment. The moment they walked in, Mrs. Winters spotted Evelyn. She was dressed in a designer suit, a large white jade pendant hanging from her neck. Her clothes and her refined demeanor certainly suggested she came from a prominent family.

"Evelyn!" Gladys greeted her with a beaming smile. "This is my aunt. She insisted on treating us to dinner."

Evelyn found this a bit odd. Why would Gladys bring her aunt to their dinner? She kept her thoughts to herself, however, and smiled her sweet, charming smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am."

Having spent several months living as a Quintin, surrounded by luxury and high culture, her entire presence had transformed.

"A pleasure to meet you too, Ms. Quintin," Mrs. Winters replied, already impressed. "Please, sit. It's my treat tonight, so order whatever you like."

The three of them sat, ordered, and chatted throughout the meal. The evening was pleasant and went smoothly.

On the way home, Mrs. Winters had her driver take Evelyn back. When the car pulled up to the magnificent gates of the Quintin estate and she saw the family's butler open the door for Evelyn greeting heras "Miss," all of Mrs. Winters's doubts vanished.