Anson smiled at me, saying, “It’s good that you like the idea. Let’s get to it then.”

I didn’t know how to respond, but he kept looking at me. He seemed displeased and asked, “What’s wrong, Chloe? Do you disagree?”

My mind raced as the situation astounded me. Still, I knew disagreeing would contradict what I had just told Trinity. On the other hand, I didn’t expect this with the Huffmans. I never wanted to have dealings with a family of the Huffmans’ status. After all, they differed from the Beringers.

I became a goddaughter to the Beringers because I understood Atlas’s connection to them. It was also because of Atlas’s subtle intervention.

However, the Huffmans belonged to an entirely different category. I knew the term sworn sisters carried significant weight, especially to Anson. Most would keep their distance from such families, but I had little time to think.

Anson awaited my response, and the Huffmans’ loyal guards were watching me. It would humiliate Trinity if I refused. U