Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 133

Chapter 133

ChChapter 133

There was no way she could forget her own birthday, so the only valid explanation was that Yvelle had never set the PIN number to her birthday at all! However, she couldn’t be sure if Yvette had remembered her birthday wrongly or just lied to her. When she got home, she cut the credit card in half with a pair of scissors.

Larissa took her sunglasses from the glove compartment and put them on to hide her icy gaze. “No,” she answered plainly.

“Why don’t you use it?” asked Lana in confusion. Then, she seemed to have thought of something, and tears welled up in her eyes.” Larissa, do you still hate Mom and Dad?” Her voice quivered, growing softer with each word.

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Larissa pursed her lips, using her silence as a confirmation. Lana blinked, and her tears streaked down her face. “Actually, Mom and Dad were doing it for your good Back then, the man they wanted you to marry was the director of Soaring Corporation Although he’s much older, you could have lived the life of a queen if you had married him!” She echoed the exact words Yvette had spoken in the past.

Larissa contemplated saying, “Then why don’t you marry him?” but she restrained hersell, preventing her bitterness from spilling out. Instead, she opted for a less confrontational response. “I’m just not into older men.”

“Alright.” Lana sniffled and retrieved a tissue, delicately wiping her tears away. “But reality proves that She started smiling again and continued, “You made the right choice that time. Otherwise, how could you have met someone as fine as Mr. Rogers?”

Larissa smiled and replied. “You’re right.” However, behind her sunglasses, her gaze remained icy.

Larissa dedicated the entire day to showing Lana all the renowned attractions in Covenlord. However, Lana received a call in the evening and expressed her regret, saying, “Lucas has to work overtime tonight and won’t be able to join us for dinner.” Larissa had been planning to get away with some random excuse after meeting with Lucas, but her plan fell apart before she knew it.

When it was almost time for dinner, she asked Lana, “What would you like to eat? The culinary offerings in Covenford differed greatly from those in Bartham, creating a stark contrast. Lana struggled to adapt to the local flavors, barely consuming a few bites of each dish during the afternoon meal before setting her spoon aside. Larissa had ended up finishing the remaining food. Lana frowned and said, “I don’t really feel like eating.”

“Then what do you want to do?” Larissa glanced at the itinerary she had printed out, but there were no activities she could move up from the next day’s plan. Suddenly. Lana rolled down the window and pointed at a signboard outside. She asked excitedly but tentatively. “How about you bring me to a bar?”

Larissa tilled her head and saw that the signboard read “Bar Avenue.” It dawned on her, albeit belatedly, that they had inadvertently arrived at Lido Street, infamous for being Covenford’s prime spot for the city’s most attractive and charming individuals. Despite its name, Lido Street was actually a narrow alley impassable for cars. Along the alley, vibrant neon signs adorned the surroundings, creating a captivating and dazzling display of lights.

“Why would you go to a bar?” Larissa asked. She had naturally taken on the role of the elder sister, and her tone was stern. Lana pouted miserably.