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“Who else but your sister? She’s here spouting nonsense, claiming Malcolm was originally going to marry her, but you swooped in and stole her man. She’s even saying Malcolm’s people are coming to pick her up, Alyssa reported, her disgust palpable.
Alyssa watched from a distance, her skin crawling. This woman’s exaggerations were beyond belief.
Having never been a fan of Reese, Alyssa found Dahlia Brooks even less likable, with her sharp, irritating demeanor, truly asking for a smackdown.
Reese was somewhat surprised: “Dahlia Brooks? Where is she now?
“She’s by the entrance of the X Mall, boasting to her entourage of girlfriends. The things she’s saying about you… it’s unbearable. I can hardly stand it,” Alyssa complained.
If it weren’t for the risk of looking like a lunatic by confronting her, Alyssa felt tempted to give this Dahlia Brooks a piece of her mind. How could Malcolm have ever been interested in her?
Reese knew the reason behind Dahlia’s boasting. The whole Brooks family thought she was struggling with the Flynns, which was why there hadn’t been any other moves.
Things were different now since Malcolm had personally knocked on the Brooks family’s door, showing unmistakable favoritism toward her, sparking Dahlia Brooks’s jealousy.
After all, being addressed as Mrs. Flynn was far more prestigious than being known simply as the big boss’s mistress.
Even though Malcolm had a bad leg, hardly anyone dared to mess with her, given the Flynn family’s renowned reputation.
Dahlia felt slighted yet lacked the guts to confront her, resorting to slandering her instead.
“If she’s digging her own grave, she can’t blame anyone when we give her a push,” Reese said with a sly smile in her eyes. “Let her boast. Go up there, play along, and tell her that Malcolm will send someone to whisk her away to his villa for a romantic getaway.”
Alyssa was taken aback. “Are you out of your mind? She’s spreading these
lies?”
ild stories, and you want to help her spin this web of
do, then do as I tell you.”
Reese was running short on patience. “Do you want to see how this plays out or not? If you do,
Alyssa’s curiosity was immediately piqued. “You’ve got a plan?”
“Just wait and you’ll see. First, go up there and keep her occupied. Don’t let her slip away, or you’ll miss
the show.”
“I’m on it,” Alyssa replied eagerly.
Dahlia was still on the steps, animatedly chatting with her clique. “If it wasn’t for my sister practically begging me, I would be Mrs. Flynn right now. But no worries, Malcolm still has eyes for me. He’s secretly dated me a few times behind my sister’s back and is even picking me up for dinner at the restaurant later.”
A girl, obviously post–cosmetic surgery, listened with envy. “X Restaurant? That’s the city’s finest, and of course, the priciest. The starting tab is in the five figures, but the service is superb. Once, an ex–boyfriend took me there,”
“Oh my gosh, Dahlia, I’m so jealous. Even if Malcolm married your sister, it’s clear his heart is still with you. You’ll definitely have opportunities in the future.”
Dahlia gave a coy smile. “No, it’s better this way. My sister has been lone since childhood. We owe her. I couldn’t destroy her
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happiness.”
“Ah, Dahlia, you’re too kind–hearted. Malcolm made the right choice As long as he’s devoted to you, you’ll never have to worry about a thing in life.”
“Dahlia, when’s Malcolm swinging by to pick you up? We’ve all been dying to catch a glimpse of that blue–blood charm, one of the girls teased with a snicker.
Dahlia Brooks managed a tight smile, “He… he might be a little while longer.”
“Why don’t you give him a buzz and see where he’s at?” another chirped.
“I heard Malcolm has a voice that could make angels jealous,” someone added with a wink.
On the surface, Dahlia maintained a polite grin, but inwardly she was seething, itching to give these girls a piece of her mind. How could she have Malcolm’s number? She cursed their incessant prying, which had cornered her into spinning such a tale.
“Look, he’s probably tied up in a meeting by now. It’s getting late. Why don’t y’all head on home, and I’ll introduce him when we get a chance,” Dahlia replied, her voice strained with effort.
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Chapter 85 To the Funeral Home–2
There was a girl nearby, draped in designer threads from head to to exuding an air of aristocracy that set her apart from the others.
“You haven’t just made all this up, have you? If Malcolm were really coming to get you, he’d be here by now,” she said, skepticism in her tone.
Dahlia’s face soured instantly.
“Who said he wasn’t coming? Just you wait, I’m calling him right now she snapped, defensive príde coloring her tone. The comparisons these girls often drew between her and Reese stung. Prancing around, they’d say Reese had better looks, more grace, more of everything.
How could Reese compare to her? Dahlia was the true heiress of the Brooks family, while Reese was merely an outsider from a small town, overshadowed by her father Kenneth’s reputation. When it came to grace and beauty, Reese couldn’t match Dahlia’s level.
“Well, then get to it. Call him over and prove it,” the girl goaded.
With a rigid neck, Dahlia retorted, “Fine, I will.”
With that, she fumbled for her phone, thumb trembling as she scrolled through her contacts. Her trained smile was on the brink of collapse.
Just then, Alyssa stepped forward, “Hey Dahlia, is Malcolm not here yet?”
Dahlia was caught off guard, the color draining from her face as she faced Alyssa, Malcolm’s sister. The last person she expected to
encounter here.
“You…” Dahlia stammered.
“Hi, everyone. I’m Malcolm’s sister, Alyssa.”
“It’s true, Alyssa is Malcolm’s sister. Looks like Dahlia is really with Malcolm,” someone in the group whispered.
The chorus of envy arose among them, “Gosh, they’re treating Dahlia as if she’s already Mrs. Flynn of the Flynn family.”
Meanwhile, Reese had already begun to spread the word.
“Just tell them you’re here on behalf of the Flynn family to pick someone up, but take them to the funeral home.”
“Wait, the funeral home, as in for someone who’s passed away?”
“No, they’re very much alive. The name’s Dahlia Brooks. Just do as you’ve been instructed, and you’ll get your full payment.”
Money talked for these guys. For the right price, it didn’t matter to them if they were transporting the living or the dead.
“Alright, we’re on our way.”
“Thanks for your efforts.”
Reese hung up the phone, a dismissive smirk flickering in her gaze. The idea that anyone would dare vie for Iter Darling without considering their own standing was ludicrous to her.
On the other end, Alyssa was getting quite impatient. If it weren’t for wanting to witness a spectacle unfold, she wouldn’t even
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bother exchanging words with that sharp–tongued witch.
Dahlia Brooks didn’t understand why Alyssa would go out of her way to speak up for her, but if it could smooth over this lie, she was grateful.
About fifteen minutes later, eyes widened as a procession of luxury cars rolled up, and cheers broke out.
“Dahlia, that’s gotta be Malcolm’s ride. So posh.”
“Seriously, Dahlia, you’re so lucky.”
Dahlia herself could hardly believe her luck. She exchanged a meaningful glance with Alyssa, overflowing with gratitude.
Alyssa played along. The poor fool likely thought this was her doing. But what was Reese’s game, rustling up all these fancy cars out of thin air?
Soon enough, the sleek vehicles pulled up right in front of Dahlia, drawing the gaze of many onlookers.
The girls huddled around Dahlia were nearly bursting with envy.
“Why can’t I see Malcolm?”
“Probably waiting in the car.”
The lead car door swung open, and a man in a black suit stepped out walking up to Dahlia.
“Excuse me, which one of you is Miss Reese?”
Dahlia, blushing, replied, “I am. Did Malcolm send you?”
“Yes, the car is ready for you, please.”
Something felt off to the man. Why head to a funeral home of all places? Was this some kind of sick joke?
With a glow of triumph, Dahlia sashayed towards the car, her slender waist twisting, as the grim–faced escorts began to sing something eerily resembling a dirge.
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