The Queen's face lit up with excitement. She immediately got up and looked at Alice beside her. "Let's go back to Brookfield for an interview. All thanks to you, Alk. Let's head there," she said. Carmen hugged Alice excitedly and said, "I'm really lucky to have such a well-behaved daughter." "Congratulations, Alice," said Llum. Alice was completely stunned. Having just returned from Brookfield, she now had to head back there again.

Though somewhat annoyed, the praise from the four rich ladies boosted her pride. She still had a lingering nervousness as Carmen hurried her along, pulling her hand. "Hurry, hurry! A group of reporters are waiting for you outside. They said they want to present you with a plaque!" Carmen exclaimed. Carmen led her to the guesthouse's main entrance, where a lively crowd had gathered. Standing in front were several young people she recognized.

Their faces lit up as if they were at a grand celebration. Grace was still a little dazed when fireworks went off above her. "This is from all of us. You have to take it. We all signed," one of the young people said. "Some investor is looking at this land and wants to build something on it. Many of our family plots were chosen. From now on, if..." "Yeah, my family's plot got chosen too. We've started negotiating the price. It's a lucky start!" another one chimed in.

Before she could respond, the sound of car engines interrupted them. A luxury car pulled up, and about a dozen people in suits stepped out. Among them was a familiar face, the same person who had mentioned they were representatives of the investors. The representatives said they were impressed with Moril. Alice felt a wave of warmth in her hands as she shook theirs. A sense of excitement filled the air, followed by several murmurs and whispers. "Quentin, you arrived last.

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You've raised an impressive daughter," the man said. Dressed in a suit, Quentin carried himself like a high-powered businessman meeting his peers. He gave Alice a subtle nod. "This is my daughter. I originally brought her here just to gain some experience. I wasn't expecting much, but she did pretty well," he said. The man laughed. "Come on, don't be so modest.

She did more than just 'pretty well.' Let me tell you something..." Quentin and the man continued their conversation in low tones, making it impossible to eavesdrop. Meanwhile, the government officials focused their attention on her, showering her with praise. Standing in the spotlight, she felt a surge of pride. Someone in the group suddenly inquired about the plaque. "Weren't the farmers supposed to present one?" one of the officials asked.

One of the officials finally noticed Grace in the crowd, holding the plaque. Assuming she was a servant's daughter sent to deliver it, he approached her. Something about Grace's posture and presence made her seem more like a well-off young woman than someone from a local farm. "Here you go, Miss Lambert. The farmers made this for you. Let's wait for Mr. Henderson to arrive, and then we'll have you two take a photo together," the official said to Alice.

She smiled, basking in the praise without realizing anything was amiss. Feeling proud, Quentin patted her shoulder. "Once you're back in Deuville, I'm sure someone from there..." "Thanks, Dad," Alice said.