Chapter 399
Chapter 399 Elvis Shaw The Arson
Maeve didn’t waste time on trivial conversations with Cherise. “You know, Mandy hasbeled me a
pervert for using a doppelganger to seduce my own brother. But to me, it’s not perversion; in my
opinion, it’s taking advantage of an opportunity.
“Mandy and Damien, they were like my proteges. Especially Mandy. I shaped her and taught her
everything she knows. If she follows the n, she’ll dominate Adania’s high society, just like I
used to.”
“Unfortunately…”
“There’s nothing unfortunate about that,” Cherise pursed her lips. “Mandy is an independent person
with her own thoughts. You can’t impose your ideas on her.”
“She has the right to live life on her own terms.”
Hah! The same oldme excuse.
Maeve let out a bitterugh. “You’re absolutely right. She can do as she pleases, just like Damien.
you and
“What about me, then?” Maeve’s voice grew angry and raspy. She extended her scarred, disfigured
hand, pointing to her ruined face. “Did I get to choose? What’s left for me?”
Cherise bit her lip, looking at the horrifying sight before her, her hand clenched. “I sympathize with what
you’ve been through, but you can’t burden someone else with your misfortune. The person who started
that fire thirteen years ago is to me. Don’t ruin Mandy’s chance at happiness.”
Maeve sneered, “So you mean I should seek revenge on the person who caused that fire and
destroyed my life?”
Cherise furrowed her brow, taking a moment to think. “Well, in a way.”
“Every wrongdoing has consequences; he did something he had no right to do, and he should face the
consequences.”
Maeveughed once more. “You’re incredibly naive. Perhaps you’re still clueless even now.”
Maeve’s smile at the corner of her lips turned cold. “It was Elvis who caused that massive fire back
then.”
Cherise’s expression froze immediately. Her eyes widened, her voice quivering slightly. “Which Elvis…
“The Elvis who raised you.”
Maeve’s face took on a more sinister edge as she smiled. “Remember thirteen years ago when you
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Chapter 399 Elvis Shaw The Arson
Maeve didn’t waste time on trivial conversations with Cherise. “You know, Mandy hasbeled me a
pervert for using a doppelganger to seduce my own brother. But to me, it’s not perversion; in my
opinion, it’s taking advantage of an opportunity.”
“Mandy and Damien, they were like my proteges. Especially Mandy. I shaped her and taught her
everything she knows. If she follows the n, she’ll dominate Adania’s high society, just like I used to.”
“Unfortunately…”
“There’s nothing unfortunate about that,” Cherise pursed her lips. “Mandy is an independent person
with her own thoughts. You can’t impose your ideas on her.”
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“She has the right to live life on her own terms.”
Hah! The same oldme excuse.
Maeve let out a bitterugh. “You’re absolutely right. She can do as she pleases, just like you and
Damien.
“What about me, then?” Macve’s voice grew angry and raspy. She extended her scarred, disfigured
hand, pointing to her ruined face. “Did I get to choose? What’s left for me?”
Cherise bit her lip, looking at the horrifying sight before her, her hand clenched. “I sympathize with what
you’ve been through, but you can’t burden someone else with your misfortune. The person who started
that fire thirteen years ago is to me. Don’t ruin Mandy’s chance at happiness.”
Maeve sneered, “So you mean I should seek revenge on the person who caused that fire and
destroyed my life?”
Cherise furrowed her brow, taking a moment to think. “Well, in a way.”
“Every wrongdoing has consequences; he did something he had no right to do, and he should face the
consequences.”
Maeveughed once more. “You’re incredibly naive. Perhaps you’re still clueless even now.”
Maeve’s smile at the corner of her lips turned cold. “It was Elvis who caused that massive fire back
then.
Cherise’s expression froze immediately. Her eyes widened, her voice quivering slightly. “Which
Elvis…”
“The Elvis who raised you.
Maeve’s face took on a more sinister edge as she smiled. “Remember thirteen years ago when you
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fell seriously ill and almost didn’t make it? And Elvis suddenly came home with twenty thousand to get
you treated?”
Maeve’s gaze gradually became wild and deranged. “Do you know how that twenty thousand came
about? It was the price for burning down my house!”
The woman’s voice was hoarse and unsettling. And every word she uttered struck Cherise to the
core.
“That day was Damien’s birthda
“You can verify it with the hospital; the day you were ill was Damien’s birthday. Those criminals had it
all nned. They knew I woulde back for Damien’s birthday, and they were certain my brother
wouldn’t turn on the lights until I arrived, leaving him alone at home with his troubled thoughts.”
“Your uncle did their dirty work by burning down our house and destroying our lives!”
She pointed at her own disfigured face in a fit of anger. “Elvis Shaw, the man who raised you, turned
me into this freak because of you.”
“By what right do you think you can marry my brother?”
Cherise slumped on the couch, her limbs turning to ice. She just stared at Maeve, her mind going
nk.
Despite Maeve’s loud words, it felt as if they were miles away.
She continued to stare, unable to find the words.
She…
Thirteen years ago, the day she fell ill, it was Damien’s birthday that day.