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.

they disappeared, a thought crossed his mind, unbidden

face he hadn't seen

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

the bitter thought, one that soured his 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 Brittany help her out. Find her

marry, and that'll be the end

filled with children's laughter and

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

she hardly touched her

the moment when the afternoon free time would

to her chest like a and ran straight toward the elementary school. She was determined to

playground was alive with the chatter and play of children, but Serena was on a mission. Her small legs

him. The drawing she held flapped noisily in the

the fountain, engrossed in a book. At the sound of her voice, he instinctively looked up, only to see a tiny

quiet sigh, Rising to his feet,

show you"

Yet there was

halt awkwardly,