Taking Back What My Sister Stole novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“No.” Priscilla smiled calmly, shaking her head. “From now on, what’s mine is mine to control.”

It had dawned on her-her husband, her family, they had all truly belonged to Larissa, never to her. She wouldn’t fight

Larissa for them.

But she wouldn’t give up what was rightfully hers.

Like this gown-she’d never let anyone else have it.

“Priscilla, you weren’t feeling well. That’s why I attended the conference with Larissa.” Wesley’s expression dark- ened. He was certain Priscilla was simply jealous.

She was so willful. Getting jealous at such an important occasion? When would she ever grow up?

“I don’t give a damn about that. Now, I want my gown back.” His icy attitude meant nothing to Priscilla.

She wasn’t interested in winning Wesley back. She wanted the gown-plain and simple.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Corrine sneered, “Mr. Carlton, you’re so loaded. Why can’t you have the latest sea- son’s collection delivered to your adorable plus-one? To think you snatched the gown away from me. That’s just so humiliating, don’t you think?”

“Priscilla, could you stop making a scene?” Wesley ignored Corrine and looked at Priscilla.

He didn’t get it. Over the past three years, Priscilla had always been the perfect wife.

What had gotten into her?

“I just want my gown back,” Priscilla emphasized again. Making a scene? That had never crossed her mind.

She’d leave right away if Larissa took off the gown and gave it back to her.

“I’ll go get changed.” Larissa lowered her head and tugged at Wesley’s sleeve. “Wes, don’t argue with Priscilla.”

Wesley frowned, his sharp eyes filled with disappointment toward Priscilla.

Then he left while holding Larissa’s hand.

Priscilla lowered her head, her expression unreadable.

Utterly furious, Corrine cursed, “That shameless pair!”

“It’s fine, Corrine.” Priscilla had come to terms with it. Now that the baby was gone, she and Wesley were over. Clinging to the past would just be torturing herself.

After half an hour, Larissa showed up again in a pink gown. She walked over to them, handed Priscilla a bag, and bit

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her lip, looking aggrieved. “There you go, Priscilla.”

Priscilla took the bag and gave it to a waitress passing by. “Could you toss this in the trash? Thanks.”

As the waitress quickly took the bag over, Priscilla added, “The gown inside costs about 200 thousand dollars. Though it’s been worn and tainted, you’d still get around half that reselling it. Or feel free to bring it home if you

want.”

The waitress was so thrilled that her eyes lit

“Thank you so much.”

She clutched the bag tightly and strode away, worried that Priscilla might have a change of mind.

For the waitress, she might have to work decades before earning 100 thousand dollars. This was like hitting the jack- pot for her.

Larissa widened her eyes, turning beet red. It seemed she might burst into tears at any second.

She found it hard to believe what she had just heard. Tainted? What did Priscilla mean by that?

So many people were watching them…

She couldn’t stand the humiliation anymore. Trying her best to hold back her tears, she lowered her head and ran out- side.

“Larissa…” Wesley shot Priscilla a cold glance before chasing after her.

Expressionless, Priscilla watched their retreating figures as they vanished one after another into the crowd.

“Priscilla…”Corrine held onto her arm, looking at her worriedly.

Everyone in their circle would soon hear about what happened today. While it humiliated Larissa, Wesley chasing af- ter her didn’t leave Priscilla looking good either.

“I’m fine. Let’s go.” Priscilla straightened her back and stepped out.

At the hotel entrance, she apologized to Corrine. After all, Corrine designed and made the gown for her, and she gave it to someone else just like that.

But she really couldn’t take that gown back, not after it had been worn by Larissa.

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