But as soon as he held it, Prisci gently pulled away.
She gave a faint, bitter smile.
“Wesley, let’s get a divorce.”
“Every time I see you, I think of that child, of how you heartlessly hung up on me, of how I struggled in the storm, fighting for my life.”
“Wesley, you don’t deserve to be a husband, let alone a father.”
Wesley’s eyes were bloodshot; he could hear the hatred in her
voice.
She hated his coldness andck ofpassion.
He thought of how he had been intimate with her, whispering in her ear about how much he wanted a child.
Wesley wished he could p himself.
What he thought were words of love were actually knives stabbing into Prisci.
He no longer dared to reach out and embrace his wife.
He didn’t deserve it.
His voice was hoarse as he apologized, “Prisci, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
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Prisci lifted her scarred face, calm andposed. “It’s not that you didn’t know. You just didn’t care.”
After all, he knew everything about Larissa, big or small.
That was what love looked like.
“Prisci.”
“Let’s go to the courthouse tomorrow morning.”
She turned to leave, but saw Frank standing in the hallway.
She lowered her eyes in embarrassment and stood there quietly.
Wesley hurried forward, blocking Prisci, his expression wary. “Grandfather.”
A minuteter, in the director’s office.
Wesley was stopped outside by Frank’s men.
Frank ced a check in front of Prisci.
“You have been married to Wes for three years and made great contributions to the Carlton family. Plus, you had a miscarriage before. This check ispensation from the Carlton family.”
Prisci’s fingers trembled. She understood what Frank
meant.
“After you divorce Wes, I hope you will leave Aetherton,” Frank said bluntly. “Don’te back for three years.”
Prisci closed her eyes. Three years…
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“All right,” she agreed.
Frank was very satisfied with her sense of propriety and said generously, “Do you have any other requests?”
Countless thoughts shed through Prisci’s mind, but finally settled.
“I want to know the truth about the leaked perfume form”
She couldn’t find out, Wesley couldn’t find out, so she would let Frank investigate.
In all of Aetherton, there was probably nothing Frank couldn’t
uncover.
Before leaving, she wanted the truth.
Frank nodded, his clouded eyes filled with wisdom and indifference from seeing through the world.
“I can tell you the truth right now. Someone installed a miniature camera in theb’s smoke detector. Every move you made was under surveince.”
That was why the other party could replicate the form exactly.
Because every move Prisci made was right under their
noses.
Prisci lowered her eyes. So this was the truth.
“You knew all along,” she said with certainty.
Frank nodded in acknowledgment. “Tomorrow, their perfume will officially go into production. The day after, the relevant
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evidence will be sent to the authorities.”
Since the other party was about to start production, they must have already purchased arge amount of raw materials. Once the evidence was sent to the authorities, they would be unable to produce, facing the huge risk of a broken cash flow.
In this business war, the Carlton Group had won.
Prisci understood everything, clearly and thoroughly.
She and her perfume had been sacrifices in this business war from beginning to end.
“I have onest question,” Prisci said, her voice hoarse.
Frank knew what she wanted to ask and gave her the answer: “It was his n.”
Prisci swayed, steadying herself on the table, her face
ashen.
No wonder he insisted on protecting Larissa.
It was because the real culprit was him.
A metallic taste rose in her throat, but Prisci forced it down.
She took the check and left.
She had given everything to this rtionship, and all she got in return were wounds.
She opened the door and looked at Wesley, who was being blocked by bodyguards.
Wesley sensed something was wrong and suddenly panicked.
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“Prisci.”
Prisci coldly withdrew her gaze and walked away in the opposite direction without looking back.
Wesley tried to chase after her, but was invited into the office by Frank’s men.
“What did you say to her?”
Frank stood up with his cane. “I told her you knew how the form was obtained, but refused to clear things up.”
Wesley’s face turned pale instantly, and a thought surged in his mind.
He and Prisci were finished.
He turned to rush out, but was firmly held back by Frank’s
men.
His eyes were bloodshot as he roared in anger, “Why did you tell her?”
Frank replied indifferently, “Because the Carlton family doesn’t need useless people.”
He left, leaning on his cane.
Prisci returned to Chaston Vi to pack her things.
This time, she only took her own documents.
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