<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1157 Spitting Image Of You</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mdm. Queenie, this must be the biological daughter you’ve just acknowledged, right? She’s truly the spitting image of you,” Elena said insincerely,</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie only nodded coldly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Years ago, to avoid harm from her enemies, she had undergone stic surgery, so Cassina shouldn’t resemble her current appearance.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Yes. Cassina, this is Mdm. Elena, your sister’s future mother–inw.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassina nced at Elena. Though Elena was over fifty, she looked more like she was in her forties, elegantly dressed and well- maintained. Standing beside her, Cassina felt like an ugly duckling.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Hello, Mdm. Elena” she said timidly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Then she tugged on Dn. “Dn, say hello to Grandma Elena.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Feeling overwhelmed in the unfamiliar ce, Dn shyly hid behind his mother when he saw Elena.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie exined. “This is my grandson. He and my daughter were only recently reunited with me, so he’s still a bit shy. Please don’t mind him.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Of course not,” Elena responded with a warm smile.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At this moment, Cecilia stepped forward “Mdm Queenie, Ms. Cassina, I’ve arranged for someone to take you to rest. Your rooms are all prepared. You can discuss the wedding arrangements with my motherter.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Both of her daughters didn’t like Cecilia, so Queenie didn’t care much for her either.</font></font>Content ? provided by N?velDrama.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Without acknowledging Cecilia, Queenie turned to Elena and said, “We’ll go rest first, then.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Okay.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Once the group had left, Elena breathed a sigh of relief.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It wasn’t for any particr reason other than Queenie’s overwhelming presence. She had beenpletely overshadowed.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After all, Elena had been out of the business world for years, while Queenie remained the CEO of Jamieson Group. Their statuses were worlds apart.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Ceci, what exactly did you do to offend Cassina? Was it just that minor incidentst time?” Elena asked, puzzled.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">If it were just a misunderstanding, Queenie wouldn’t be so petty.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia couldn’t possibly tell her it was also because of Cassandra.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“There were some misunderstandings between Mdm. Queenie and me,” Cecilia replied but said no more.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elena nodded slightly. “Well, if it’s just a misunderstanding, that’s not so bad. Don’t get on her bad side, though. Queenie can be incredibly magnanimous at times, but other times she’s terribly petty. And most importantly, she fiercely protects those close to her. It’s said that she is most protective of her own.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Got it.” Cecilia nodded. I’ve already offended her,</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Queenie and Cassina were resting in their room. Having heard they’d arrived, Cassandra rushed over, her face full of joy.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mom! I missed you so much!” she cried, immediately wrapping her arms around Queenie and refusing to let go.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Feeling exasperated, Queenie said, “You’re about to get married. Stop acting like a child.”</font></font>
“No, I’ll always be your daughter and always a child to you,” Cassandra said yfully.
ssina and Dn watched them from aside. Afraid that Cassina might feel upset, Queenie gently pulled Cassandra away.
Without hesitation, Cassandra began listing off everything she wanted.
Queenie arranged for it all to be taken care of Cassina sat quietly on the side, listening to the many things Cassandra mentioned–things she had never even heard of
She thought back to her own wedding, which was so simple it hardly even had a ceremony.
“Thanks, Mom”
Cassandra then asked, “By the way, Mom, how much dowry are you preparing for me! As the only daughter of the Jamieson family, it can’t be too little.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your dowry is unmatched by anyone else,” Queenie assured her.
Though Cassandra wasn’t Queenie’s biological daughter, Queenie had given her everything.