  &quot;It's an invitation to Mr. Alfred Moore's banquet next Wednesday. Don't forget to attend.&quot; Joyce tossed over her shoulder as she headed for the bathroom.
      Braylee skimmed through the invitation card, her brain slow to process the information due to all the wine she drank. It took her a moment to remember who Alfred was. He was her benefactor and also a dear friend.
      On the day of the banquet.
      The banquet was being held at the Moore family's winery.
      Most of the guests in attendance were some of City N's most influential, powerful, or rich people.
      After settling her kids for the night, Braylee arrived at the winery on time.
      That night, she chose to wear a dress of her own design. It was an inspiration from two different cultures, leading to a dress with a high turtle-neck and a body-hugging design at the top. The bottom was of the usual mermaid

  &quot;I wanted to ask you as well. Why are you so scared that I'm here?&quot; Although Braylee had her voice lowered, Adley was still intimidated by her.
      &quot;I'm not!&quot; She quickly denied, &quot;Don't be silly! Why should I be afraid of you?&quot; She asserted herself though there was a trace of diffidence hidden in her voice. She had a feeling that Braylee was not her old self five years ago anymore, but she couldn't put her finger on her change.
      From Adley's reaction, Braylee could tell that she was lying. However, she couldn't seem to understand why.
      As the event was about to start, Braylee remembered that she still had something to attend to, so she loosened her grip on Adley and entered the banquet hall.
      On the other hand, Adley stomped her feet in anger as her eyes followed Braylee's figure vanishing into the crowd.
      Just then, Isabelle Moore ap

  That little boy's facial features looked so much like his.
      Cara was certain he had only ever slept with one woman all these years, and to his knowledge, that woman never had a child. Therefore, there was no way he had an illegitimate child out there.
      From his position at the driver's seat, Silas was having the exact same thoughts. He turned his head slightly to glance at the back, noting the thoughtful frown on Cara's face.
      He suggested, &quot;Shall I investigate this matter, Mr. Cara?&quot;
      In truth, Silas had been having doubts about whether the woman who saved Cara five years ago was actually Adley. That was because he had discovered how she was a two-faced person with a vile heart. How could a woman like her possibly be kind enough to sacrifice herself to save someone else?
      Upon hearing that, Cara eyed Silas but did not say anything in reply.
      Alt

&quot;It's an invitation to Mr. Alfred Moore's banquet next Wednesday. Don't forget to attend.&quot; Joyce tossed over her shoulder as she headed for the bathroom.
      Braylee skimmed through the invitation card, her brain slow to process the information due to all the wine she drank. It took her a moment to remember who Alfred was. He was her benefactor and also a dear friend.
      On the day of the banquet.
      The banquet was being held at the Moore family's winery.
      Most of the guests in attendance were some of City N's most influential, powerful, or rich people.
      After settling her kids for the night, Braylee arrived at the winery on time.
      That night, she chose to wear a dress of her own design. It was an inspiration from two different cultures, leading to a dress with a high turtle-neck and a body-hugging design at the top. The bottom was of the usual mermaid fit.
      The cool tone of the navy blue dress only accentuated the fairness of her skin. She

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