"Alice Conley, what do you mean by this? Don’t think you can rely on my cousin to talk to me like that. You better apologize to me right away, or I won’t let this go easily!"

"Apologize?" Alice Conley sneered, "What do I have to apologize for? The one who should apologize is you. You need to apologize to Mabel Quinn. What right do you have to erase Kyle Kinston’s memories of Mabel? What’s even more ridiculous is that you found someone to hypnotize him, erased those memories, and then planned to take her place? To become Mrs. Kinston? Taking over someone else’s nest is exactly what you’re doing!"

"Oh, so Alice Conley, are you planning to bring up old scores?" Francine Howards retorted angrily, "It’s Mabel Quinn who had a short life, got on that ship, had an accident, and was pushed into the sea by her own brother. She’s dead. Do we really expect Kyle to die with her? Even if she was once married to Kyle, is there some law that says only Mabel Quinn can be Mrs. Kinston? Doesn’t Kyle have the right to pursue happiness again?"

Alice Conley trembled with anger, "Francine Howards, you really are shameless. So you’re Kyle Kinston’s ’happiness’? Do you believe that if I go and tell Kyle now who he forgot, you’ll never dream of marrying into the Kinston Family in your lifetime!"

As Alice Conley spoke, she was about to return to the banquet hall when Francine Howards grabbed her and said, "Alice Conley, don’t go too far!"

"Who’s actually going too far? Why shouldn’t Kyle Kinston know? Why should he live so lightly? And why should you occupy something that should belong to someone else? I’m going to tell Kyle Kinston everything!" Alice Conley shouted.

The two of them suddenly tangled up in the hallway.

"Tell me what?" Suddenly, an icy voice rang out, freezing both women in their tracks.

Alice Conley looked up and saw Kyle Kinston walking over, with her husband Dorian Howards beside him.

"What are you doing?" Dorian Howards asked.

"Noth... nothing." Francine Howards had a flash of panic on her face at this moment, "I just accidentally made my cousin-in-law angry, so... I’m here to apologize." With that, she put on a phony expression of apology, "Alice, I’m really sorry about earlier. I lost my temper for a moment. Please forgive and forget."

Alice Conley didn’t care for this kind of apology at all, "You weren’t impulsive. You disgustingly selfish!"

"You—" Francine Howards wanted to explode, but since Kyle Kinston was present, she couldn’t say much and was forced to swallow her words.

Alice Conley turned to Kyle Kinston, her gaze filled with resentment.

Kyle Kinston frowned slightly, speaking indifferently, "Do you have something to say to me?"

"Yes." Alice Conley raised her chin, "Are you really going to marry Francine Howards?"

A flash of disgust passed through his dark eyes. He didn’t appreciate his personal affairs being questioned like this, even though the person asking was Dorian’s wife, "Who I marry is none of your concern, is it?"

"It’s not my concern, but it concerns someone else! Do you even know..."

"Alice!" Alice Conley hadn’t finished her sentence when Dorian Howards quickly interrupted and walked hurriedly to her side, grabbing her arm, "Whether Kyle marries or not is his own business. Don’t make trouble."