“You bet. Prisci, no matter what happens, I’ll always have your back.”


    Apanied by Corrine, Prisci changed into the gown, applied some makeup, and tied her hair up. Making sure she looked fine, they entered the banquet hall, linking arms.


    The perfume conference was a major industry event held annually.


    As the Carlton Group’s lead perfumer, Prisci had received an invitation about a month ago.


    But over the past three years, she had seldom appeared in public, so not many people knew her.


    All along the way, she heard nothing but praise for Larissa. The guestsuded her, saying she truly deserved her title as the Carlton Group’s lead perfumer. She was great at crafting top-notch fragrances, and her beauty was breathtaking. No wonder Wesley had always kept her away from the public eye…


    They all mistook Larissa for the Carlton Group’s lead perfumer.


    Slipping an arm through Prisci’s, Corrine announced loudly and clearly, “Everyone,e and meet this gorgeous beauty next to me. This is Prisci Wilburn, the Carlton Group’s lead perfumer.”


    The banquet hall fell silent at once.


    Prisci walked toward Larissa and Wesley unhurriedly.


    Larissa immediately pulled her arm away from Wesley’s and exined, “Prisci, it’s not what it looks like. You weren’t feeling well, so I invited Wes to be my plus-one.”


    A trace of surprise shed across Wesley’s handsome face. “Prisci? What are you doing here?”


    Without sparing a nce at him, Prisci stared at Larissa, her toneced with mockery. “I didn’t know the Wilburn family was doing so poorly. You actually wore someone else’s gown for the conference? Couldn’t you afford one?”


    Larissa’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment at once, and she faltered, “Prisci, I… My dress got stained, so Wes borrowed the gown from Ms. Morton.”


    Corrine rolled her eyes and said bluntly, “Oh, please. I never agreed to that. Wesley practically snatched it away, OK? Besides, if I had known he was taking it for you, I would have never let him have it.”


    Before the conference started, Corrine couldn’t get a hold of Prisci, so she came here with the gown. Wesley hap- pened to see her and wanted to borrow it.


    She didn’t agree, and he grabbed it away from her directly. Figuring it was for Prisci anyway, she didn’t go after him. Later on, however, she saw it on Larissa.


    Larissa bit her lip in embarrassment, her doe-like eyes brimming with tears.


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    Wesley stood in front of her protectively. “It’s just a gown.”


    Prisci looked into his eyes, saying calmly yet stubbornly, “The gown Corrine designed for me.”


    It was the gown she had chosen for her grand return.


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    After making up her mind on the divorce, she decided to expand herwork. Attending today’s perfume conference was her first step.


    It was just… the ident sabotaged her n.


    Wesley walked toward her, wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and said, his deep voiceced with gentleness, “You’re still recovering. Why didn’t you stay in bed?”


    She looked at him, feeling disappointed. Once again, he changed the subject for Larissa’s sake.


    It had been at least five minutes since her appearance, but he had never shown concern about her health at all. Instead, here he was, trying to distract her, so she would stop targeting Larissa.


    How disgusting.


    She brushed his arm away, still fixing her gaze on Larissa. Curving her lips coldly, she said, “Ms. Wilburn, you wore my gown without my permission. This is no different from stealing.”


    Instantly, they were under a dozen prying gazes.


    Extremely embarrassed, Larissa instinctively leaned closer to Wesley.


    “Prisci, why don’t you give it to Larissa as a gift? I’ll have thetest season’s collection delivered to you tomorrow. Now, go back to the hospital to get some rest. You don’t wanna see your condition worsen again, right?” Wesley said, his feigned patient tone filled with condescension.


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