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She just said, “Did my mom bring it back?”
The servant was stunned: “Really?”
But Tamika didn’t come back at all today, it was Kieran who came back.
She was just about to say something, but Alaricka had already left, so she didn’t say it.
After all, it wasn’t important.
As soon as Alaricka walked in, Holter stopped her at the door.
Holter looked at her coldly, his lips pressed tight, holding back anger: “You hit Clarissa and Rose at the hospital?”
He stuck out an arm in front of her, his fist clenched tight, veins bulging on the back of his hand. It looked like he was about to throw a punch at any second.
Alaricka stuffed the crystal locket into her pocket, looked up, and said calmly. “So what if I did?”
Holter’s face suddenly fell.
Pop!
The crisp sound was even louder than when Alaricka hit Clarissa in the hospital.
Alarieka got slapped so hard her head turned to the side, a few strands of hair fell over her face, her cheek was burning with pain, and her
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ears were ringing.
Holter’s voice was still full of anger: “Alaricka, you really have always been impossible to reason with! And to think I once treated you like my own sister.”
Younger sister.
Alaricka narrowed her eyes a bit and just thought it was funny.
Holter was always gentle and casygoing with people, and his looks and vibe weren’t aggressive at all. People always spoke well of him, and he was the kind of brother to Clarissa that you just couldn’t find fault with.
Before coming to the Argent family, Alarieka already had fantasies about Holter, imagining that Holter saw her as a little sister. Even if it was not even one percent as much as Clarissa, it would be fine.
At first, Holter was really nice to her and thought about her all the time.
She really was fooled by Holter’s kindness, followed him around all day, called him brother, and brought him tea and water.
But no brother ever let his own sister stand naked in front of everyone.
No brother would let his little sister stay in a private room with a middle–aged guy.
Holter would.
On her birthday before, Holter mysteriously handed her a beautiful, dreamy dress and told her he had personally planned a grand birthday party for her.
Alaricka happily changed into her dress and went to the place,
standing in the middle of the crowd.
Holter stood behind her, with a strange smile on his face, and reached out to pull up a strap on her back.
Just started talking.
The fancy dress that stood for her nobility came loose and fell off her at a speed Alaricka just couldn’t understand.
In that moment, she felt like she was worse than a prostitute.
So low it was scary.
Just as it was slipping below her waist, she finally pulled up her dress. her hands shaking as she covered herself with the dress.
The wind was really cold that night, blowing on her with a whooshing sound.
Because it was an off–shoulder dress, she didn’t wear a bra, just had on two nipple covers.
That is to say, she was almost naked.
And there were almost a hundred people gathered around there.
In that moment, her mind went blank. She held her dress tightly, looking lost at the crowd below who were filming with their phones. She heard Holter and some others laughing.
She turned her head and looked at Holter, who was covering his mouth and smiling gently, and at Clarissa, who was laughing the loudest.
Wallace sat in the audience, looking really grim.
It wasn’t the kind of sadness from being bullied and angry, but the kind
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of sadness from feeling like she lost the Argent family’s face.
Earlier, she didn’t get why these people were holding up their phones to film.
She thought she was likable, but it turned out it was just a game to mess with her.
Her hand held her dress, the strap in the back came loose, showing her whole thin back, and the cold wind blew hard against it.
After she realized it, she was about to go down to avoid the crowd.
But Holter stopped her. “Hey, everyone’s here, where are you going, birthday girl? Come take a picture.”
Alarieka held onto her dress with one hand so it wouldn’t fall, and used the other hand to push Holter’s hand: “I want to get down, let me down!”
Holter suddenly grabbed her chin and turned her head.
Her eyes met the figures of Kieran and Roschelle standing together not far away.
Kieran held a wine glass in one hand and wrapped his other arm around Roschelle’s waist. Roschelle leaned against him, her eyes on her, smiling sweetly.
