The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

As if coming to the same conclusion, Gregory and Christina both turned their gaze to Brittany. Their eyes lit up with hope, as though their adopted daugliter embodied the key to the Sullivan family's fatur.

"Brittany, our family's future is

counting on you" Gregory said with a warm smile, his tone laced with affection and expectation.

Bentany's cheeks flushed crimson. Any lingering hesitation she had melted away in an instant. 'Mr. Vanderbilt juû't reaching out to me right now probably because he's about to get married and doesn't want to stir up any scandals beforehand But may be, after his marriage, he'll contact me agaht. That's fine. I can wall'

Seeing the smile return to Brittany's face, Christina grabbed her hand and pulled her up with enthusiasm. Come on, let's go, I'll take you shopping for some new clothes.

"You never know when Mr. Vanderbilt might respond, and you can't meet him without a stunning wardrobe rearly"

She pointed at Gregory, who had been observing quietly. "And everything's on your father's tab."

Gregory nodded and chuckled, his indulgent tone unmistakable, "All right, all right, I'll cover it. Go ahead"

Christina and Brittany, now arm in arm, exited the room with a shared excitement. Gregory watched them go, nodding in satisfaction as a sense of pride fackered in his gaze.

unbidden and

seen

daughter, is much premer Gregory's expression darkened, his brows

mood further. Too bad she's so conniving No sense of loyalty or decency. That one... she'll come crawling back when she's hit rock bottom, begging me for help And when she does... He smirked and thought. Til have

busmessman to marry, and that'll be the end of

kindergarten was filled with children's laughter and chatter, an atmosphere of carefree

the midst of it all, Serena barely seemed to pay any attention during class this morning. She clutched the portrait she'd taken from Paisley's studio, her

during lunch, she hardly touched her food,

waiting for the moment when the afternoon free time

the start of playtime, Serena's eyes lit up. She jumped to her feet, clutching the picture to her chest like a and ran straight toward the elementary school. She was

was on a mission. Her small legs

sparkled with delight as she dashed toward him. The drawing she held flapped noisily

of her voice, he instinctively looked up, only to see a tiny figure barreling toward him, calling his name

Rising to his feet,

I have something to show you" Serena's voice was

an almost innocent lalt. Yet there was something in her tone a

Grayson halt awkwardly, despite his