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A lady of particular disposition, Bling-Bling cherishes just three treasures in life: the glitter of precious stones, the unwavering loyalty of her petite canine companion, DeBeers, and her grandson, Eaton Ying. It is whispered among the curious that her spouse’s final resting place lies beneath the concrete of dryer three at the King Wash launderette. Yet, as with most such rumours, it remains nothing more than idle speculation.

Armed with a sharp intellect, she has transformed a modest collection of shops into a thriving dominion. Few secrets of Paradise escape her keen eyes, and even fewer ventures remain beyond her influence. Her diminutive frame belies both the magnitude of her ambition and the ferocity of her temperament.

Her lavish abode sprawls across the entire top floor of the six-storey block she owns, shared only with DeBeers, a pair of stalwart bodyguards, and perhaps her greatest treasure—her grandson, Eaton. Named after the famous English school, his academic achievements are somewhat less illustrious. Though she insists he is a Harvard boy, which Harvard she refers to remains a matter of some debate.