He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 308: Copied the Other Woman's Wardrobe

Sherry didn't hold back. Her words were sharp, cutting straight through the noise.

She'd learned her lesson. You don't reason with people like this. You just let them have it. They'd already thrown their dignity out the window.

"Let's see," she snorted, pulling out one piece after another. "This dress? Julia wore the exact same one. And this one too."

Scott's forehead beaded with sweat.

Then came the words he'd been dreading.

"This one, that one—every single piece is something Julia's worn. If the tags weren't still on, I'd think you raided her closet and brought it all to me.

"Impressive. You copied the other woman's wardrobe and delivered it to the wife. What's the message here? I should take fashion tips from my husband's side piece?

"Or did you literally just duplicate her entire closet for me?"

Scott was drenched now.

This wasn't the Sherry he knew—so fierce it rattled him. He was scared to say the wrong thing.

The old Sherry was soft, easy to push around. Everyone took shots at her because she never fought back.

Now? He couldn't even form words. Because she was right. Every single piece was something Julia owned. He never thought she'd notice.

The neighbors who'd been so quick to judge fell silent.

This wasn't a gift. This was an insult. Sending a wife the same clothes as the other woman?

If anything, the other woman should be copying the wife.

Well, some of these people were in Gilbert's pocket, saying what they were paid to say. Why else would they be standing here?

But now?

Gilbert might as well disappear. Even if they had the power to resurrect the dead with their words, they couldn't spin this.

"Take it all back," Sherry ordered. "Tell Gilbert to use his time preparing for round two of our divorce proceedings. This time, I won't let him sabotage it."

Last time, Yelena's situation had caught her off guard.

But she'd already made arrangements. Yelena would finish her current work in two months, then move to King City to join the Harrison Group.

From then on, Sherry had no weaknesses left.

What could Scott say? He swallowed his pride, ordered his men to reload the trucks, and slunk away.

Lucas stood nearby, one hand in his pocket, forearm veins visible, watching Sherry. She was getting rougher around the edges.

But he loved it.

No point pandering to anyone in this world. Especially not when they'd already crossed every line. Those folks over there could only swallow it.

Because he was here.

In King City, even the biggest names learned to shut up around him.

So they only dared jab at Sherry about Gilbert. On any other front, they kept their mouths firmly shut. Because going against Lucas? They couldn't win.

Sherry turned to him, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. Because of me, you're dragged into the gossip again."

The Harrisons never used to be part of this circus.

For years, the family—Lucas included—never had to address online drama. Their name spoke for itself.

But because of her, he'd broken his own rules multiple times. He'd actually descended into online arguments.

If she were his grandmother, she'd want her gone too.

"What are you afraid of?" he asked.

"Don't you know what I'm afraid of? Of course I'm scared your family will get mad and come down hard on me—just pack my bags and kick me out of here."

Even one complaint from Julia to the elders would be too much.

Lucas pushed off the car, his long frame unfolding. One arm swept out, pulling Sherry into his chest.

"The Harrison family isn't what it used to be."

She frowned, confused.

"The Harrisons? Julia? They're nothing to fear. But now's not the right time. So I'll tolerate them for now."

His voice was ice, like he wasn't even talking about family.

Like he was waiting for something. Just biding his time.

"This is my tolerance," he clarified. "Not yours. They can scheme all they want—let Julia stay here if they like. I never said you couldn't go after her.

"You still have plenty of grudges and anger to settle."

Sherry thought of what happened yesterday.

After she'd finished eviscerating Gilbert on WhatsApp, she'd realized she was still curled up in Lucas' lap.

That jerk! He'd held her like he wanted to crush her, melt her into him. Like a big dog refusing to let go.

Hmph. Back in the day, the mere thought would've turned Sherry, a married woman, into a blushing mess.