Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler novel Chapter 1192

Chapter 1192

Chapter 1192

Alfred and Lorena could be considered childhood sweethearts, but since Brayion brought Carrey back, Lorena had been a little rebellious and deviant. She entered the military academy at a young age and Alfred and Lorena didn’t meet much.

"Lorena?" Alfred and Lorena hadn't seen each other for many years and he said softly, "Why don't you go in?"

"Go in? Go in and see how our great Mr. President dotes on his mistress?" Lorena crossed her arms, with a sneer on her face.

Alfred frowned, "She's not a mistress. She's your sister..."

’...’ Lorena's breathing froze for a moment and she turned her head to look back at the bedroom in disbelief. There was another man besides Brayion and Catelyn in the bedroom.

The man seemed to have just come out of the bathroom and his hands were wet. Catelyn immediately smiled and handed over a towel.

Lorena raised her slender eyebrows and the look in her eyes was extremely angry and cold, "So the purpose of holding such a grand ceremony and banquet is to welcome the returning daughter? However, I remember that my mother only gave birth to me. How come there is a younger sister?"

Alfred didn’t expect that the person who had tagged along with him like a little sister when she was a child would become so sharp when she grew up.

"Originally, I wanted to notify you earlier, but the special team you are in is on a mission, and I haven't been able to contact you."

"Whatever. I don’t care about it." After Lorena finished speaking, she crisply brushed her short hair that had just been cut short, knocked Alfred off, strode away, and in places Alfred couldn't see, the meanness in her look faded away and she smiled in a somewhat self-deprecating manner.

Mr. President was busy welcoming his younger daughter and he had probably almost forgotten the anniversary of her mother's death, right?

At 10:30, Brayion, dressed in a traditional Tang suit, took Catelyn to the ancestral hall of the Hensley family, where the portraits of their ancestors hung on the wall. They stood reverently in front of the portraits.

It was the first time for those journalists who were unclear about the truth of the situation to enter the inner courtyard of Hensleys' old house to take pictures. Everyone was as excited as a mouse seeing rice and took pictures frantically.