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Sharing the Wilburn name didn’t necessarily make them a family.
Larissa couldn’t take it anymore. Her frail demeanor suddenly turned forceful as she grabbed Prisci’s wrist and dragged her outside.
“Let’s talk.”
Prisci didn’t resist, letting herself be pulled away. She was curious to see what Larissa would say at a time like this.
After all, ude was about to go abroad, and Larissa still hadn’t confessed.
Once outside the lounge, Larissa bit her lip, as if she had finally made up her mind.
“Prisci, I will definitely bring ud back.”
Prisci raised an eyebrow. So Larissa had dragged her out <i>here </i>just to dere war.
“Then you’d better work hard,” she replied with a nonchnt smile. “It’s just a pity you won’t have ude to help you anymore.”
Larissa clenched her fists, a little angry. “Prisci, I’m not joking with you.”
Prisci nced at the time and heard the announcement that the flight was about to depart.
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She curled her lips. “Larissa, instead of making these fake threats, why not just go in and tell <i>Mom </i>and Dad that you were the one who instigated ude <i>to </i>steal the form for you? That way, ude wouldn’t have to go abroad.”
Such a good and straightforward solution, but Larissa wouldn’t use it–how wicked.
Larissa would never admit to it directly. After all, ude had already promised her he would keep it a secret.
“Prisci, stop making things up.”
“I’m making things up?” Prisciughed. “The Wilburn family isn’t even in the perfume business. Why would ude get involved with a perfume researcher? And how would he know that person just happened to have ess to theb?”
Larissa’s expression changed slightly.
Prisci walked away at her own pace. She hade here just to make things difficult for the Wilburn family.
Now that her goal was achieved, she couldn’t be bothered to waste words with Larissa.
Larissa gritted her teeth, her eyes full of hatred.
She turned to go back inside, only to be caught off guard by Dillon’s furious gaze.
A sudden unease welled up in her heart. “Dad.”
Dillon hade out to look for Larissa. With ude about to board, he wanted Larissa to see him off.
He hadn’t expected to overhear such a conversation.
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He could hardly believe it–the form leak was actually Larissa’s doing.
The daughter he had doted on all her life, giving her everything she wanted, had ruined the son he valued most.
“Is what Prisci said true?”
Larissa shook her head in panic. “Dad, Prisci is just trying to sow discord.”
Dillon’s gaze was icy. He might be a bit slow<i>, </i>but with someone pointing things out, he could figure it out.
He grabbed Larissa and started dragging her toward the lounge. He was going to set things right, right now.
It should be Larissa going abroad.
Larissa instantly understood Dillon’s intention and struggled, crying, “Dad, no!”
She didn’t want to go abroad.
Tania came out of the lounge, startled, and hurried over. “What are you doing?”
Dillon was taken aback when he saw her. “Why are you out
here?”
Tania said, “The ne is about to take off. ude has already gone in.”
Larissa let out a heavy sigh of relief.
But the next second, she was struck hard across the face, the blow leaving her ears ringing.
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“Dillon, are you crazy? Why are you hitting your daughter?” Tania cried, hugging Larissa and shielding her behind her.
Dillon was so angry that veins throbbed on his forehead. Hel shouted, “Why don’t you ask her what she’s done? The Wilburn family is bound to be ruined by her one day!”
Larissa hid behind Tania, crying in grievance. “You actually believe Prisci’s attempts to stir up trouble? She’s the one who least wants to see our family happy.”
Dillon was breathing heavily. He no longer believed Larissa, but he didn’t fully trust Prisci either.
Larissa wasn’t wrong–Prisci would love nothing more than to see the Wilburn family fall apart, so it was possible she was trying to sow discord.
Prisci left the airport, checked the time, and went to the salon Frank had booked for her.
Frank attached great importance to tonight’s family
recognition banquet, so he had booked a stylist in advance to serve Prisci.
The styling took two hours toplete.
Prisci looked at herself in the mirror.
Her long ck hair was swept up beneath a diamond tiara, and her pure white off–shoulder gown was adorned with tiny diamonds that shimmered under the lights.
She looked gentle and beautiful.
She lifted her skirt and turned around, only to meet Wesley’s gentle gaze.
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He had been there for a while, taking in all of her beauty.
Wesley walked forward slowly, took her right hand, and as a gentleman, pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.
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