"Being the center of attention is not what matters. What matters is that Mr. Beckett likes it."


    Since Alyssa was not too far away, she could distinctly hear Renee''s words. She raised her eyebrows


    slightly.


    Julien looked at Renee''s pretentious look, and the nausea he had just suppressed seemed to rise


    again.


    "Renee, do your best. Be considerate to Mr. Beckett, and he''ll gradually be moved by you."


    Dominic didn''t forget to belittle Alyssa. He sneered. "You''re my daughter. No matter what, you''re better


    than that


    divorced Alyssa. Renee, be confident. You''re not inferior to Alyssa at all.


    "It''s just that you and Mr. Beckettck a bit of fate, but that''s not important. Fate can be created. Alyssa


    and Mr.


    Beckett embody the essence of apleteck of fate. Otherwise, why would they be divorced?"


    As Alyssa listened silently to the father and daughter''s big words, her cool face showed no emotion.


    Meanwhile, Julien stared at Dominic and his daughter leaving the parking lot with wide eyes.


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    "Jasper ... is your ex-husband?"


    "Yeah, I should have told you earlier. Anyway, it''s not a secret." Alyssa was cool about it, not thinking


    that it was


    anything serious.


    "You''re such a model ex-wife." Julien couldn''t help teasing her.


    "Others want to strangle each other after a divorce, but you still try to cure your ex-husband? Is it that


    you can''t


    forget him, or do you have something in his hands?"


    "I just want to be ountable, that''s all. Let''s go."


    Expressionlessly, Alyssa took steps toward the hotel.


    Julien looked at her resolute and cold retreating figure. Although she was just a girl in her early 20s,


    she seemed like a sword that could cut through the storm.


    He couldn''t help but smirk. "Alyssa, you''re bing more and more interesting."


    Dominic met an acquaintance on his way to the hall and started a conversation, leaving Renee to arrive


    at the banquet hall entrance first.


    She arrogantly took out her invitation and handed it to the staff at the door.


    "This way, Ms. Renee."


    "Thank you."


    As Renee smoothed her long hair and was about to enter, the resonant click of high heels echoed from


    behind.


    She turned in surprise, and her pupils suddenly contracted.