Her companion let out a derisive laugh. Of course, that’s how rich kids think their first Instinct isn’t to find their real parents, but to worry about losing their

comfortable life if the truth ever comes out.

“You were pretty lucky, honestly. The moment you were born, the Morton family struck gold with some good business deals. Meanwhile, the Tate family barely scraped by for four or five years before they managed to turn things around.”

Instead of feeling grateful, Ileana grew more anxious with every word.

What if… what if someone discovered the truth about her? Would she still have a life free from worry? Would she still be able to buy whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted?

“So where are they now?” she demanded, urgency flickering in her eyes.

The detective paused. “Now? They’re doing all right, I suppose… Definitely not at the Mortons‘ level, but-”

“Find me the Tate family’s address.” Ileana cut him off, her tone leaving no room for discussion.

a shrug, the detective dropped the conversation and unlocked his phone, pulling

her tongue in mild disgust, clearly unimpressed by his mercenary attitude, but she wasted no

notification blinked: $1,000 received. The detective smiled, pocketed his phone, and reached into his coat to produce a small

pay so promptly, here’s a little bonus. This

a stiff ID–style shot. She looked young, maybe even a little awkward,

to her brothers, Ileana had always come up short. She’d thrown fits about

of giving all the good genes to her

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looking at the photo, she finally understood. It wasm that theo m the Morton genes–she simply

Ileana unfolded the slip of paper. An addres had been scribbled down in neat

another second, she tugged her cap down to hide her face and slipped out the door,

colleague poked his head out of the

went to check out the Tate

heard some insider

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