Old Sir Hale questioned, asking if the younger uncle should go on a blind date?

The new store was bustling with activity as Zoe Bell worked tirelessly until the last group of customers left, finally allowing her to rest.

Joy Watson, promoted to store manager, was busy tallying the day's sales and inventory, while also organizing a list of gift-giving customers—a practice of reciprocation for future reference.

"Sister Zoe, didn't Mr. Hale make dinner plans with you tonight? You can go ahead, I can handle the rest," Joy said, her smile wide as she looked over the day's earnings.

"No rush."

At that moment, the doorbell hanging on the door chimed, and Joy looked up smiling, "Sorry, ma'am, but we've closed for the day."

"I know."

Zoe lifted her head at the sound.

It was Iva Payne.

Holding a bouquet and a gift in her arms, her smile was gentle, but her eyes and brows bore signs of exhaustion, not as haughty as before.

"Joy, please pour us some tea," Zoe gestured for Iva to follow her to a side seat.