Chapter 1090

Parisa froze, her eyes locked on the woman who had just stepped out. The

woman was dressed plainly and had a sharp, bitter demeanor. Parisa had no idea who she was.

She pushed the door open and walked inside.

"Parisa, is that really you... stop, just stop right there!"

The woman was Yvonne, her face ghostly pale, as if she'd seen a specter. She stumbled backward in fright.

Parisa was taken aback by her reaction. Why was she acting like this?

Confusion swirled within her as she fixed Yvonne with a piercing gaze, slowly making her way into the courtyard. Her voice was steady as she asked, "You know me? And who are you? Is this your house?"

Yvonne paused, her panicked eyes gradually coming into focus.

She scrutinized the cold, regal woman before her, who was just as breathtakingly beautiful as ever.

Yvonne recalled the first time she'd seen Parisa's photo on Preston's phone. A wild jealousy had taken root in her then.

could only dream of,

laughable. Back then, Preston had resorted to

climb the social ladder. She'd thought she'd triumphed over this stunning woman from a noble family. Only later did Yvonne learn that Parisa and Preston were

a match for her; he was merely the son of a driver whom Faulkner, Parisa's father, had employed to shield her from enemies in this

He was approached by Faulkner's rivals, the Bartels Pharmaceutical and Mrs. Holly

had been more than

Preston to seize

Whitney, claiming everything that belonged to the father and

up, that little thorn came back seeking vengeance, reclaiming

was living in disgrace with Monica Valentine, while Preston, often absent,

back to the

dead for over a decade, have come

at Parisa, realizing she was alive. Her beauty had barely changed, though faint lines were

her, even a beauty

She was indeed alive.

against the door, "A slow

barely rose above a whisper,

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