EuropeNovelAs soon as Alessia finished speaking, the butler appeared, ushering in another man in a suit. Both were carrying
suitcases in their hands. Ileana Tate's eyes locked onto those two cases with a barely concealed greed.
She recognized them instantly-they were the latest limited-edition designer luggage, the kind she could only
dream of owning. The Morton family could never give her something like that, but for Alessia, having the whole
collection was effortless.-
“Sir, ma'am, miss,” the butler greeted.
“What's all this?” Yvonne asked.
“Just sknickknacks | picked up while traveling abroad,” Alessia replied smoothly, cutting in before anyone
else could speak.
“Well then, take them all with you,” Yvonne said indifferently. To the Tates, these trinkets were hardly worth
mentioning.
“Mom, it’s not that | mind my sister reclaiming her belongings,” Ileana piped up, her voice soft at first but
growing louder, “It’s just... my adoptive family’s house is really small. There might not be enough space for all
these things...”
She hesitated, then added, “I don’t mean anything by it, | just worry my adoptive parents might not be happy.
It's her first tcoming home, and it’s great that she’s returning, but bringing so much stuff might leave a bad
impression...”
Her clumsy performance made Yvonne frown, but Illeana didn’t notice. She thought Yvonne was upset with
Alessia.
Alessia smirked. “You don’t need to worry about that. Ill handle it. Mr. and Mrs. Tate, thank you for raising me
these seventeen years. I'm not ungrateful—I’ll remember everything | owe you.”
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going for a while. After that, you're on your own.”
Scott really knew how to handle things. Yvonne didn’t object either. They never burned bridges and were careful
not to make unnecessary enemies.
Alessia wasn't stupid; she’d be a fool to turn down free money. These days, every
cent counted.
“A hundred thousand!” Ileana blurted out, struggling to keep the envy off her face
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“You have a problem with that?” Scott glanced at her coolly.
“No...” Ileana ducked her head, “I'm just jealous, that’s all. My sister's always had your love...” She looked the
picture of innocence, like a fragile flower in the rain.
But this was the Tate family.
“The Tates won't mistreat you,” Scott said, his tone businesslike. “I’m busy with sprojects right now, but
once things settle, Ill host a proper reunion to introduce you to everyone.” After years in business, Scott could
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“Good luck, Miss,” Dawson said as he and Mae stood by the front door, their expressions complicated.
Alessia offered a carefree wave, then turned and left the hshe’d lived in for seventeen years, carrying only a
single small suitcase-the one she’d brought back from abroad.
Strangely enough, she felt no real attachment to this place. Despite seventeen years here, Alessia’s belongings
were few, as if she'd always known she didn’t quite belong.
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