Chapter 12

Their Evil Plan

Khloe was stiff. “Daddy, I really didn’t know there was anything between them...”

Laurence patted his young daughter on the hand, then looked at Kylie with disappointment. “You can’t blame Khloe. Look at you, and you’re nothing like the sweet girl she is, running around like a troublemaker all day. Who would like you?”

He looked back at Khloe and spoke in a loving tone: “When it comes to choosing a wife, of course, decent and gentle girls like Khloe are everyone’s first choice.”

“Decent? Gentle?” Kylie taunted. She twisted her cigarette butt in her hand, then pressed it against the coffee table. A bit ruthlessly, and a little too loudly, she spoke again: “My mother was also decent and gentle – she was even an upper-class lady. Why do you fool around with this disreputable singing woman?”

“Who do you think you’re talking about?!” Kylie’s words affected Alice Davis’s most sensitive spot. She stood up, her lips trembling.

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