Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Danica could not believe what she had heard. She was really furious!

"What's wrong with it? Do you think you are still the mistress of the Randolph family? It's all your mother's fault! Even having a meal has become a problem to us, but do you still care about these things? It's rare that Mr. Conley likes you! Don't you know the rules in the circle?"

"Think about it. Who would support someone without any rhyme or reason? Do you really think that you can rise to the top just because you have good talent? The Conley family works in the fashion industry! Don't you know that soft female shoes are still famous? Their contract with the spokesperson is about to expire! Do you know how rare this opportunity is? Mr. Conley's ex-wife passed away and he has been single for a long time. Now, he is only in his sixties..."

"Just endure it for a little longer, everything will be fine after that"

On the other side, Kieran was nagging non-stop. Danica was furious and shouted, "Dad, do you know what you are talking about? I am not even thirty this year! That man is a few years older than you!" Her biological father, how could he ask her to spend time with a man?

There was a chill in her bones. Danica's eyes were also suddenly lit up with a clear hatred. Her fists unconsciously clenched tightly; she was enraged!

"We don't have any other choice. You want to accompany the youngsters? Do they want you? It isn't your first time; who doesn't know that? What is there to be so hypocritical about? Now, the most urgent thing is to make money! Or, you can bring your d*mned mother back who had taken all of our property which was worth tens of millions of dollars, ahem, ahem..."

Kieran's angry voice became hoarse as he was too annoyed and there was a buzz in his ear. Danica slammed the phone and hung up directly. She raised her hand and swept all the cups on the table to the ground. She sank down and slapped the pillow on one side, and her tears fell like rain.

"Mom, why? Why did you abandon us? Dad, why would you let me do such a thing? Am I that cheap in your heart? Are you really my biological parents? Why..."

After having a meal outside and strolling around for a while, Alicia went home to take a few changes of clothes and then she drove to the Peninsular Hotel.

Entering the door, she went straight to the luxurious suite at the top floor. Looking at the familiar suit on the back of the chair, her footsteps became light. She walked forward while humming a tune, sniffing lightly, and then she helped him hang up the clothes.

like this place had

very busy these last two days! This location was indeed not close to their

and snacks that she had bought on the

a quick shower. As soon as she walked out, she heard a doorbell ringing clearly. Subconsciously, she looked up and glanced

Five minutes past ten?

at this time right?

while wiping her hair. She looked out of the peephole and saw the corner of a dark

saw a waiter holding a plate passing by. Thinking that it was not someone dangerous, she

next second, there was a sudden change, "Who are

it was a beautiful young woman standing in front of her. The woman was wearing a white dress, elegant and beautiful. At this time, she was wearing a loose, dark blue, long fur coat, which was quite dignified

noble, wearing branded goods and beautiful make-up, as if she just came

Alicia smelled a unique scent as if it was from patchouli

a famous Yves Saint Laurent

type of famous perfume as special as its name. She applied this Opium perfume onto her body which was a little out of place when compared to

time, when

that every part of her body was well-dressed. Her makeup was light and elegant, but her lips were red and moist. Her long dress made her look slim, highlighting her upper body in good shape, especially that faint cleavage. It was really more eye-catching than exposing her entire body! When she saw the clothes on her body were hanging over

She was very jealous. With a glare, Alicia could

be

but at that very moment where she opened her red

posture was arrogant and casual. Not only did she not deny that the suite was Frederick's,