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.

dream of, someone he could

had

seduced Preston, using the opportunity 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

son of a driver whom Faulkner, Parisa's father, had employed to shield her from enemies

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

more

to seize Faulkner's

took control of young Whitney, claiming everything that belonged to the father and daughter.

over a decade, she lived the good life. But once Whitney grew up, that little thorn came back seeking

disgrace with Monica Valentine, while Preston, often absent, had taken up with

to the

over

Her beauty had barely changed, though faint lines were visible at the corners of

like her, even a beauty

She was indeed alive.

until she was pressed against the door, "A slow poison and

voice barely rose above a whisper, but Parisa

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