Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Chloe felt a knot of worry in her stomach. Since she had concocted the perfume that caused the allergy, nobody knew its ingredients better than she did. Maybe she could help figure out what was wrong. She nodded, "Let's head over and see what's going on." Cassie and Chloe followed closely behind Winston. As they moved along, they stumbled upon a bustling scene. A crowd had gathered, buzzing with excitement.

"Oh my gosh, it's Wayne! Can you believe it?" someone shrieked.

"I'm seeing a Hollywood star! Pinch me, I must be dreaming!"

"Brother, I'm your biggest fan! I'm freaking out!"

"Is this real life? Mr. Shaw pulled some serious strings to get Wayne here!"

Cassie couldn't resist peeking over the crowd. Wayne? Another twin?

Just then, Wayne emerged from the throng, holding his head, and accidentally bumped into Cassie. The collision almost sent her sprawling. At first, she was a bit miffed, but then she saw his face and lit up, "The twin, it's really you!" Wayne looked at her, puzzled, "And you are...?"

"It's Cassie!" she replied, still chatting away as Chloe hooked her arm and tugged her along.

Wayne stood there, momentarily baffled. How had little Kash turned out so petite? But there was no time for pondering; he hurried after them.

Unexpectedly, a whole parade from

Cassie's yard tagged along, heading

straight to the Shaw family

restaurant. The place was overflowing with people, even the hallways were packed. Everyone was craning their necks, trying to catch a glimpse, buzzing with excitement.

Meanwhile, Lisa had just been slapped by Jacob. Her face burned with anger and humiliation as she glared at him, "Dad, how could you hit me?"

Lisa was livid. Being smacked in

ret

front of the entire Shaw family was beyond embarrassing. To make matters worse, many in the crowd recognized her. Cassie had invited the crème de la crème of Riverbrook, and Lisa was no stranger to this crowd.

"Hey, isn't that Lisa? What's she doing here?"

"Lisa, why'd you get slapped? What trouble have you stirred up now?"

"Smiley, why the long face? Spill the beans, maybe it'll give us a good laugh."

Though she mingled with the elite, Lisa's antics were well-known. First, she plagiarized Missy, making a fool of herself internationally. Then, she publicly tried to frame Chloe at her own birthday bash. Her latest

escapade, brazenly annouet

plans to seduce Chloe's

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brother-in-law, had gone viral,

causing quite the scandal.

Seeing all these familiar faces only deepened Lisa's discomfort. Why was it that every time she faced humiliation, there were always so many witnesses?

In the midst of the crowd, Lisa's eyes locked onto Chloe. Everything clicked. It was always Chloe. Every fall she had taken was because of Chloe. The perfume, the emerald pendant-it had to be Chloe's doing.

Frantically, she pointed at Chloe, "It's her, Dad, it's Chloe! She made the perfume that's causing my allergies. She's out to get me! And the emerald pendant, I got it from her. It has to be her!"