When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

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Taylor clearly hadn’t expected Jean to say that. His eyes widened in surprise, and he blinked a few times before finding his voice. “Wait–what? Why so sudden?”

Lacey turned her head as well, glancing at Jean’s pale side profile.

She wanted to withdraw?

Did that mean-

Lacey’s heart skipped a beat. A surge of hope and joy flooded her chest.

But the man on the screen didn’t say anything

Easton’s dark, deep eyes locked onto Jean through the monitor. For a long moment, he just stared.

Then suddenly, he smiled.

It was a bright, dazzling curve of the lips, like a rose blooming wildly in the dark–beautiful and impossible to ignore.

“Why do you want to withdraw?”

His voice was casual, almost lazy.

But Easton knew the real reason.

Jean didn’t want to be near him.

Heartless little thing. He’d even been generous enough to give her medicine last time, and now she was acting like he had the plague.

Truthfully, he hadn’t expected to see her face here today,

Taylor had only told him he’d arranged two candidates for the final round of selection, and that Easton could choose whichever one he liked.

And here she was.

The girl from that night.

Easton’s smile deepened, just slightly.

Like a brat with a streak of mischief, he looked at her and said, “Well, since you want to back out, that just makes me want to choose you even more.”

He snapped his fingers, suddenly stood up, and his smile stretched wider.

“I’ve made my decision. Jean–it’s you. You’ll be on the show with me.”

Then, with a little wave, the screen went black.

He’d logged off

Just like that?

Jean blinked, caught completely off guard.

She hadn’t even done anything. No audition. No performance. And somehow, this guy had picked her?

He was doing this on purpose, wasn’t he?

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Across the room, Lacey felt her entire body go cold.

She hadn’t seen this coming at all.

After everything she’d done–the effort, the performance–Easton hadn’t even looked twice.

Jean had barely said a word, and somehow, she’d won.

Lacey felt like a complete joke.

Resentment, bitterness, shame, frustration–every emotion poured through her, choking her like a wave.

She clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Finished

“Jean,” Taylor said, clearly a little dazed himself. He walked over, expression much warmer than before. “Well. I guess that settles it. If you’re okay with it, shall we go ahead and sign the contract?”

Jean said nothing.

After a beat, she gave a tight shake of her head, face blank.

She didn’t want to get tangled up in a show like this–especially not with someone like Easton.

“Mr. Taylor, I’m sorry, but-”

Before she could finish, Taylor raised a hand and held up five fingers.

“Appearance fee: five million.”

Jean froze mid–sentence.

she blinked o

then again.

Actually, I think I’m feeling much better.”

Jean signed the contract, then got ready to leave. Taylor offered to have his assistant, Fayne, drive her home, but she politely. declined.

She still had some unfinished business.

Lacey had slipped away at some point. Where had she gone? Back to school?

Jean mulled it over as she stepped outside.

She wasn’t going to let the poisoning incident slide.

As she crossed the street, her eyes caught something through a nearby cafe’s large window.

Lacey was sitting inside.

She was by herself at a window seat, her head bowed, shoulders slumped. Her face wasn’t visible, but her entire posture radiated defeat

She looked fragile. Alone.

Jean tilted her head slightly and smiled–cold and sharp.

Her reason for signing the contract hadn’t just been the five million.

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Nis she wanted Lacey to suffer To lose To be humiluted

It was nothing more than what she deserved

Jean crossed the street pushed open the cafe door and walked straight ever to Lacey’s table.

Lacey didn’t look up

Jean knocked lightly on the table, then pulled out the seat across from her and sat down.

Lacey Blinked surges and looked up

Their eves locked

Jean’s gaze was icy cold Her face was expressioni

Lacey’s own eyes widened You–jean? What are you doing here? Come to gloat!”

narrowed her eyes. Her voice was low, cam and dangerously quiet. “You think I came all know exactly what you did.”

ay for no reason! You

Lacey finchel

Something about Jean’s tone, her posture, her entire presence–rattled her

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It was terrifying

vet for the reason her mind dried

the remembered the fins timeshe met Jean

Back in middle school they’d been part of a newly merged class. A bunch of unfamiliar kids thrown together.

Pean had been one of them

Back then, Jean had a reputation–well–liked well–mannered from a wen

well–liked well–mannered from a wealthy family. A picture–perfect rich

girl

She quickly and even got voted as the class’s art rep

Jean, on the other hand was a total anomaly

Que Distant Practally invisible. If you didn’t go out of your way to petice her, you wouldn’t even know she was there.

At the time. Lacey couldve ignored her like everyone else.

But she been so confident

She’d though. The No one who won’t like me

So she’d med to “me” Jean

Cet her to ve Be friendly Open up

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