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Candace felt her heart clenching when she heard her daughter's sorrowful crying voice.

She caressed Felicia's head gently as she narrowed her eyes.

“Fel, she'll never win against us. As long as we ruin her reputation, the Lowen family will never let Patrick marry her.”

Felicia's voice deepened even more. “Mom, I told Patrick that she gave birth to kids with the old man, but he didn't even mind at all. Old Mrs. Lowen also knows about that, yet she still adores Gwendolyn! It's like they've been brainwashed by her. I don't think ruining her reputation will work. They will still like her. She's really, really impressive. I really can't win against her this time.”

She sneaked a peek at Candace when she spoke, wanting to infuriate her mother so that the latter would help her.

She knew that her mother had tricks up her sleeves since Candace managed to get rid of Isabella, the former top beauty in Avenport.

There's nothing that Mom can't do! Isabella's daughter can't win against her either! Ultimately, Patrick will be mine as long as Mom helps me.

Candace understood that Felicia had had a tough time lately.

“Don't worry, Sweetheart. If ruining her reputation doesn't work, we'll make her disappear forever!”

There was a terrifying gleam in her eyes when she said that.

in her mother's eyes. Just as she expected, no one was a match for Candace when the latter

should we

worry about anything. Don't you have a party to attend tonight? Go

go of Candace and looked

going to Kevin's birthday party with my friends tonight. I'm sure Patrick will be there. He'll like how

daughter liked Patrick just by looking at the latter's obsessive look. Yet, he dared

pained at that, and

I'm sure

coat and grabbed her bag, smiling bitterly at

I'll be satisfied as long as I

friends were going to shop for presents for Kevin, so she wanted to get one for him too since she couldn't

to the office after meeting

she

down. When she got there, she noticed that box on her desk and raised

with countless shiny stones, looking elegant and girlish. Anyone who wore it would resemble a

was a silver-colored, beautifully-layered petticoat under the center of the slit of the black

held the dress to her body and compared it to her figure. It appeared