Taking Back What My Sister Stole novel Chapter 112

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Her eyes filled with tears as she trembled and pleaded, “No, Wesley, you can’t keep me here.”

Wesley’s eyes were full of obsession, a madness that would stop at nothing.

He kissed her even more forcefully, his gentle voice like a devil’s whisper. “It’s time for us to have a child.”

“Priscilla, is it only if we have a child that you’ll finally settle down for me?”

“Wait for me to come back.”

Reluctantly, Wesley let go of Priscilla and got up to leave.

There was still a tough battle waiting for him downstairs.

But for Priscilla, he was willing to face it.

Priscilla rushed over and hugged him from behind, tears streaming down her face.

She pleaded, “I won’t go to the recognition banquet, just don’t lock me in here.”

She wanted to leave this place.

Wesley placed his hand over Priscilla’s, seeming to hesitate for a moment.

A glimmer of hope rose in Priscilla’s heart.

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But in the next second, he mercilessly pried her hands away and strode out without looking back.

“No!”

Priscilla chased after him.

Her long dress hampered her movements.

By the time she stumbled to the door, it was already locked

from the outside.

She pounded on the door with all her might, but no one responded.

In the end, she collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down her face.

Wesley, how could you do this…

Wesley entered the elevator.

He knew that by doing this, Priscilla might resent him for the

rest of her life.

But he had no regrets.

He had once tried to imagine how he would live without her.

But no matter what he did, her shadow would always appear in his mind.

Her every word and smile, every gesture, was so vivid,

Downstairs in the banquet hall, quite a few people had already arrived, all relatives of the Carlton family.

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There were more than a hundred people in total.

When they saw Wesley, a few people came over to ask questions.

“Mr. Carlton, why is Sir Carlton suddenly recognizing a granddaughter?”

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“Could it be that Sir Carlton has taken a liking to some girl and is using this as an excuse to bring her close?”

“Sir Carlton was quite the charmer in his youth. It’s not like he couldn’t do something like this.”

“For a girl to catch Sir Carlton’s eye, she must be really beautiful. Tsk tsk tsk.”

Wesley looked at them coldly, expressionless. “If you dare gossip about Grandfather behind his back, are you saying your lives are too comfortable?”

Those people immediately fell silent.

But almost everyone thought the same–that Sir Carlton had taken a fancy to a young girl and was just looking for an excuse to keep her close.

Amelia came over with a glass of wine, muttering angrily, “What a disgrace.”

Thinking that the Carlton Group would make headlines tomorrow because of this scandal, she grew even angrier.

“Where’s Priscilla? Why… hasn’t she arrived yet?”

Amelia swallowed back the inappropriate words she was about to say.

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Previously, Wesley had already been upset with Priscilla for putting a limit on her card, so now she only dared to curse her in her heart.

Her gaze shifted and landed on Larissa not far away. She said irritably, “Today is just a family gathering. What is she doing here?”

She called someone over, intending to have Larissa thrown

out.

Wesley stopped her and said calmly, “I invited her.”

He took a glass of wine from a waiter’s tray, took a sip, and felt much better.

Amelia observed her son’s expression. Seeing that he was in a good mood, she decided not to dwell on why Larissa was here.

She advised, “Ms. Johnson is quite nice. You should get along

with her.”

Wesley neither agreed nor disagreed, and couldn’t be

bothered to explain things to Amelia.

Frank walked over with a cane, dressed in a striking red suit today, exuding a strong presence.

He was asking about Priscilla’s whereabouts.

Anyone could see that he was in a good mood.

Wesley tossed his wine glass to a waiter and walked toward Frank,

“She won’t be coming.” His voice was low, only audible to

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Frank.

Frank’s expression turned cold. “What did you do?”

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“Grandpa, may I have a word with you in private?” Wesley’s smile was steady and proper.

Frank was momentarily dazed. The boy who once fought his way to him for the inheritance had now faintly acquired the same spirit he had in his youth.

He instructed his men to look for Priscilla, then went with Wesley to a nearby lounge.

As soon as they entered, Frank’s cane struck Wesley’s back with a heavy thud.

“Where is she?”

Wesley’s back burned with pain, but his expression didn’t change at all. He looked at his grandfather, his thin lips pressed together in a hint of mockery.

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