The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 192

Chapter 192

Upon hearing the name Godard. Paisley's brow twiched

A man named Godard from Montera, with a villa here and all those people outside-

Could Max be from the prestigious Godard family of Blearerat

Seeing the confusion in Paisley's eyes, Max nodded. "Yes, I'm from that Godard family

Paisley nodded, but she didn't let her surprise show. She had seen her fair share of people from powerful families.

While the Vanderbilt family didn't have the long history of the Godard family, they were still considered a top family. The only difference was that during Dominick's generation, the family had fewer heirs.

As for the Godard family. Paisley didn't know much about them. She rarely interacted with people from Montera, so her knowledge of the Godard family was limited.

"Since you're from the Godard family of Montera, what brings you to Harrowfell! Paisley casually asked. After speaking, she realized she had asked too much. "Of course, if you don't want to share, that's fine. I was just asking." Max smiled warmly. "There's nothing I can't say. I came to Harrowfell to find someone."

"Hmm." Paisley nodded, not pressing any further. She wasn't really interested in who he was looking for. She had only asked out of curiosity.

Max decided to continue on his own,

Paisley responded, still not particularly

somewhat defeated. He continued, "I'm not the

adopted too!" Paisley was

adopted. The person I'm looking for is my father's biological daughter. My father and

his memory and forgot about my mother. By the time he remembered, my mother had passed

searching. But we haven't found her." Max's face clouded with worry as he thought about his father. "Even though my father has

he never remarried and has always been alone. When the elders of the Godard family pressured him to either marry or leave an heir, he decided to adopt

these years, he has never given up on searching for my sister. It's become his

Paisley listened quietly as

his adoptive father. Inside, her emotions were anything but calm. In comparison, their

met his daughter, never gave up searching for her. Meanwhile, Paisley's father had hurt her again and

were terrible. She had simply been unlucky, having only encountered the worst of them

Paisley's eyes and asked, "Am I talking

He found it amusing-

wasn't usually a talkative person. But Paisley's initial lack of interest in his words had provoked a determination in him to keep talking, saying more than he normally would Ultimately, though, these stories had little to do with her. Paisley shook her head, offering a

a deep breath, Paisley stood and walked to the window, stretching her body, which felt exhausted after the acupuncture session. In truth, she was merely trying to mask the growing sadness in her

want to be someone