The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 141

"I want that woman dead!" said a woman.

"Who are you talking about?" asked a man.

"Paisley, Dominick's ex-wife," she said.

"I told you a long time ago-just get rid of that woman once and for all," the man chuckled.

Everyone from the Vanderbilt family, who had been looking down at their phones, froze. They lifted their heads in unison, staring at the large TV screen. This voice sounded so familiar.

On the TV, the video of the man and woman's conversation continued playing.

"This matter is yours to handle. Find someone reliable to do it. Once it's done, you can have whatever you want," the woman said.

"Haha, what else would I want? As long as my cousin becomes the Vanderbilt family's matriarch, I'll benefit too. I'll have everything then."

"Exactly. By then, the entire Vanderbilt family will be mine."

It was Marissa's voice! The Vanderbilt family members couldn't recognize the man's voice, but Marissa's was unmistakable!

Kayla and Lauren exchanged glances, each seeing shock mirrored in the other's eyes. What had they just heard? Was Marissa planning to kill Paisley?

The two shook their heads in sync, their expressions a mix of disbelief and refusal to accept what they'd heard. Impossible. Marissa was so kind. How could she ever do such a thing?

As for the man's voice, he recognized that too.

the years, the Vanderbilt family had often supported Jeremy out of consideration for Marissa. But Jeremy was

dwell on Jeremy's past. The critical question was: how had this video appeared on their TV screen? If the video was real, was

wasn't the only one to consider this. Dominick had thought of it as well. He immediately called Paisley, and then waited

abruptly disconnected. He called again and

instant, the once-bustling living room fell silent. No one spoke. Apart from the TV, there was no

going to take

can't stand her daughter either. For all we know, she might actually be Dom's child. Kill

big, one small-it's

Marissa's face turned ashen. Her tear-filled eyes, which had previously looked so pitiful, now

off the TV. "Don't believe this! It's a prank!" But the remote, which

frantically searched near Grayson, her voice trembling with fear. "Sonny,

where it is either." He looked at Marissa, his expression a mix of confusion and doubt. "Marissa, did you

are you saying? Sonny, I'm your favorite Marissa! Don't you believe me?" Marissa's emotions surged, like a cornered mouse frantically trying to escape. She continued searching

the video

voice in the video boomed. "Find a chance to kill

you liked that kid," asked

bastard with half of Paisley's blood in him. Why would he be my son? I will

That little bastard can't inherit the Vanderbilt family's wealth. The future heir of

is this? Explain yourself! You wanted to kill

could harm her precious grandson. Anyone

Marissa across the face. "Mrs. Vanderbilt, it's not true! I didn't say that! The video is fake-it's edited! Someone's trying to frame me. You have