A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 321

Alessia let out a soft, amused laugh. “So that’s why you suddenly dropped by. I figured there must be something you wanted.”

“He’s your cousin, not some stranger,” Magda replied, giving Alessia a slow, appraising look from head to toe, her eyes brimming with disdain. “It’s only a letter of recommendation. If you want, I’ll even pay you a finder’s fee. Think of it as a little commission.” Her tone made it sound as though Alessia should be honored that she’d even consider asking her for help.

“Tammie Quincy?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Magda’s chin lifted with pride as Alessia spoke her precious grandson’s name, as if to say, *My darling boy is so accomplished that even you ordinary people have heard of him.*

But Alessia’s cold snort wiped the smugness from Magda’s face.

“Different fields, different worlds. I wish him luck. These days, it seems anyone can be called a genius. As for the letter, well, with the way you two carry yourselves, I’m sure you know plenty of people who could help. Maybe ask them–see if they’re willing to put their names on the line. Me? I’m not thick–skinned enough to embarrass myself for you.”

“Brendan, you really raised quite the daughter, didn’t you?” Hamilton’s voice trembled with anger, but instead of confronting Alessia directly, he turned on Brendan and Karen, as if hoping they’d rein her in and make her comply.

credit. Any success or connections my daughter has, she’s earned entirely on her own. If anything, Karen and I have depended on Lessie far

insults had been aimed at him alone, Brendan might have let them slide. But when his family was targeted, he refused to stand by in silence–he wouldn’t tolerate outsiders berating his loved ones and still call himself the head of

scoffed. “Karen, this is the man you chose?

stood up, taking a deep breath, as

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wouldn’t marry the ‘perfect‘ match you picked out for me–the widower with a kid, just because his family was supposedly our equal.” Tears welled in her eyes.

on. “You called me a traitor to the family–l accepted that. You called Brendan a pauper and said I disgraced the Quincys by marrying him. But do you know what he did to have the right to marry me? Brendan worked day and night to save up for the wedding, bought a house, put it in my name, gave me all his company shares–just so you’d approve. And still, you

was almost shouting now. Brendan silently rubbed her back, trying

her.

then shut your doors to us. When we stopped giving, you called us ungrateful, said we wouldn’t last. But you’re the ones who cut us off! So why–why is everything