Chapter 788 Meeting The âCurvaceousâ Gwenn
Gwennâs inner fire crackled. âWhat the hell! Is she blind or something? My body is a symphony of seduction, the kind that takes menâs breath away. But in Cheriseâs eyes, this little viper, Iâm suddenly âfat,â âplumpâ? Like some middle-aged frump?â
âSo, this is your sister,â Priscilla said, curling her lips into a cold smirk. Her gaze was icy as she studied Gwenn for a moment, then she laughed. âThis pretend niece, why not say hello to your Aunt Priscilla?â
Priscilla had previously heard about Gwenn from Damien.
When Damien found Priscilla, he informed her that one of the main reasons Cherisa didnât return to the Tanner family after Charisaâs death was because of Gwenn.
Firstly, Gwenn and Cherise had always been at odds, so she didnât want to share a roof with Gwenn.
Secondly, Beckham treated Gwenn, his adopted daughter, as equally important as Cherise, his biological daughter. She didnât want to stay in the Tanner family and constantly clashed with Gwenn, causing disappointment and sorrow for Beckham.
Priscillaâs brow furrowed with displeasure.
She couldnât understand why Beckham, who had acknowledged Cherise as his own, would let such minor issues drive her away from the Tanner family.
This lingering resentment had cast a long shadow, poisoning her perception of Gwenn even before they had met. Now, face-to-face, Priscilla found her dislike solidifying, a distaste that permeated Gwennâs very being.
âHello,â Gwenn offered, a strained smile gracing her lips. âLook, youâre Cheriseâs aunt, not mine. Iâm just Dadâs adopted child. No need for all the aunt stuff, right?â
âWhy not?â Priscilla countered, her eyes glinting with a challenge. âBeckham is my sisterâs husband, and his children are obligated to address me properly, whether adopted or by blood.â
âYouâre Beckhamâs adopted daughter, remember? I donât understand why being adopted gives you the right to disrespect elders. If you want no part of me, itâs easy. Just stop being Beckhamâs adopted daughter. Problem solved.â
Gwennâs brow furrowed at Priscillaâs barb. She was about to unleash a retort when Beckhamâs voice boomed, âGwenn, hurry up and greet your Aunt Priscilla!â
Gwenn wanted to argue, but the stern glint in Beckhamâs eyes stopped her cold. He rarely looked at her like that, and it was pure fire. She rolled her eyes internally but swallowed her pride. âAunt Priscilla.â
Priscillaâs smile was thin. âHmm, good girl.â
She turned to Cherise. âIsnât your sister a ray of sunshine? But why did Damien say she always goes after you?â
Cherise wanted to respond, but Beckham cut her off with a frown. âGwenn targeting Cherry? Whatâs going on? Maybe Damienâs talking about that news article from before?â
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âThatâs right,â Priscilla scoffed. âAs a sister, Gwenn, you wrote an article about your sisterâs shady work ethics. I still remember it, and it makes me wonder, who lacks ethics, the sister who exposes it, or the one who does it?â
The room went ice cold.
Even distant Quinell family members started whispering.
âShe seems so put-together; wouldnât expect that from herâŠâ
Guess adopted siblings just never get along like the real ones.
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