Chapter 220

At the Ryan family’s banquet, Nicole had made a complete fool of herself. The embarrassment didn’t just stick to her—it splashed over onto the White family too. Now people were whispering that Reginald’s long-lost granddaughter, the one he brought home from who-knows-where, had absolutely no manners.

People said, “If a swan grows up in a flock of ducks, she’s still just another duck.” And after that night, no one doubted it.

Alicia had deliberately baited Nicole into losing her temper and making a spectacle of herself, but she hadn’t expected the fallout to reach the White family’s reputation. Still, Alicia wasn’t losing sleep over it. The White Corporation was too massive to be dented by a little scandal surrounding Nicole.

“Alicia! Get out here! Alicia!” Nicole’s shrill voice rang out from the front steps. She’d only dared to show up and hurl insults because she knew Tyrone was out.

From her vantage point on the second-floor balcony, Alicia zipped up her suitcase, ready for the trip she and Tyrone had planned. She watched Nicole pacing and shouting by the gate, then sighed. Sympathy for Nicole was in short supply—she was, frankly, hopeless, and a constant disappointment to Reginald.

“Alicia, you think you’ve got someone powerful backing you up, don’t you?” Nicole glared up at her on the balcony. “Well, guess what? Grandpa knows the two of you have been bullying me, so he’s sent someone to protect me. And he’s not just anybody—he’s just as impressive as Tyrone, maybe even more so. Just wait, Alicia. I’ll make you beg me for mercy. You’ll be on your knees.”

Nicole had convinced herself that Alicia and Tyrone’s marriage was doomed, a matter of when, not if.

“Are you listening to me?” Nicole grew more agitated as Alicia stood silently above her, looking down with cool detachment. “How long do you think your marriage to Tyrone is going to last? Once you’re divorced, you’ll be a laughingstock—a clown, nothing more.”

Alicia watched Nicole’s outburst with quiet amusement. So this was what a clown looked like—flailing and sputtering at the gates.

“Alicia! Get down here right now!” Nicole shrieked, her voice growing more hysterical by the second.

Alicia almost laughed. Then, catching sight of Tyrone’s car pulling into the driveway, she felt a rush of happiness and hurried downstairs.

Today was a good day. Tyrone had promised to take her on a trip. When he’d asked where she wanted to go, she’d blurted out, “Maldives,” without even thinking.

In the past, she’d always hoped Vincent would take her somewhere, anywhere—even if it was just a business trip. But all Vincent ever did was buy two plane tickets: one for himself, and one for Mina.

Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent)

Chapter 219 Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse Chapter 760 - 756: Encountering a Man with Evil Intentions Maybe it was a matter of pride, but Alicia wanted to see the Maldives for herself now. Not for Vincent, but because she’d always dreamed of those turquoise waters—and this time, she’d go with Tyrone.

“Tyrone!” Alicia bounded down the stairs, grinning uncontrollably.

Tyrone had stopped by the office that morning to settle a few contracts, then swung by her favorite bakery to pick up some little cakes she loved.

Nicole was still loitering by the gate. Seeing Tyrone’s car, her bravado faltered, but she forced herself to speak up. “Tyrone, my grandfather said...

next month, on the third, is my birthday. He’s throwing a party for me at Seaview City. Are you coming?”

Tyrone didn’t even acknowledge her. He opened his arms to catch Alicia as she rushed into the hallway. “Careful,” he chided gently. “The doctor said no running or jumping, remember?”

Alicia came to an abrupt stop, suddenly recalling that she was, in fact, pregnant.

She beamed at Tyrone, ignoring Nicole completely. “Tyrone, I’ve packed everything. Are we ready to go?”

He smiled at her, indulgent and warm. She really was excited for this trip with him.

“Yeah. Felix will be here soon to drive us to the airport.” Tyrone slipped an arm around her, steering her back toward the living room.

Nicole stood off to the side, ignored and fuming, her face dark with anger. “Tyrone, I’m still Ms. White! Why are you treating me like this? Don’t think I don’t know the real reason you refuse to break off the engagement with the White family. You’re nothing but a coward—just like you were when your mother died!”

Tyrone froze mid-step. The look on his face was darker than Alicia had ever seen.