The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Fortune 3

Chapter 3

"I just feel bad for Mr. Salle's five-year-old daughter. She's bugging on his pen is and calling him 'Dad,' yet he doesn't even want to acknowledge her existence," Malison said.

Ar that, jordan noticed the change in Vincent's expression. It became gloomy for a split second before he composed himself.

Jordan and Vincent were father and son, who had spent so many years together. Jordan Immediately knew from that subtle change that something was up. He'd initially thought Madison was only making things up, but he wasn't sure now.

"Dad, do you. Do you really have an illegitimate daughter?" he asked,

Vincent's exprnution immediately became pained and tortured. His lips trembled as he said, "There's nothing of the sort. Don't spout nonsense"

Jordan knew what that response meant. His anger disappeared, leaving him with only disappointment. "How could you do this, Dad? I can't believe you get yourself a mistress

now that Mom's sick.

"Who's the little bitch? Is it that secretary of yours? I told you from the start that she's up to no good, didn't I? Is she your mistress?"

Vincent didn't say anything. His attention was focused on Madison's livestream. As he listened, he mumbled, "This can't be How could anyone have known about this?"

jordan snapped, "Stay clear if you don't want anyone to learn about it! Someone's bound to find out if you've done anything!"

"This is the Locke tally's long-lost daughter, Madison, right? Vincentasked

"Who else could it be?" Jordan didn't want to talk about other people right now. "Dad, you still haven't told me what's going on between you and that woman.

Vincent had already regained his composure. His expression turned cold. "I don't have an legitimate daughter, I'll explain everything to you after I've met Madison. And don't tell your mother about this!" jordan fell silent. Judging from the look on Vincent's face, it looked like Machison was in deep trouble. Could it really be just slander? Vincent didn't act like it was fake, though.

"War! Dad, are you heading over there right now?!

Jordan sat in the car and took some time to send a message to the gripchar

Jordan: "Madison is dead meat. My dad's heading to the Locke residence to talk to her t now.

Please ask Mr. Selle not to be mad at her! Jordan: "you've always been like this, Rebecca. When will you stop bring such a saint? I'm not

he's going to teach her a lesson. Who knows what other trouble she'll cause in

guy I

has the nerve to snatch Beck's evening gown today and spread rumors about Mr.Salle, she might just use all our families secrets

as her friends started chatting excitedly because of Jordan's wurch. Most of them were against Madison's actions and in support of teaching her a lesson.

on Madison's door. Madison opened it to see her father, William Locke, and Tanya standing

Now, however, she'd gone and caused trouble again. William wasn't good at communicating with his children, especially with Madison, whom he hadn't spent any time with. He didn't dare to be too harsh, nor did he want to let her offlighaly. "Vincent is coming over. Do

of anger and resignation. "Why did you have to go say those things if you know the situation

my job," Madison

popular, you can join the entertainment industry. "Ethan has connections there. I can talk to him if you really want to become a star,

before

face crumpled.

nice to Madison. "Maddie, don't be so hostile to Becky. She,. She's our

couldn't help finding Madon Josnuble. She was nothing like Rebecca, who

be here soon, I want you to wait for him downstairs. Apologize to him when he gets here and tell him you

her room to put on a cardigan. Then, she followed

the Lockes got downstairs. The father and son entered the house,

Madison. He pointed at her and snapped, "You've got some

backed. "William is still around.

eft, Vincent? It's all Maddie's fault, anyway. Hurry up and apologize, Maddie!" Madison sat on the couch and leisurely sipped her coffee. "Did you want something

Chapter 1

asked, "Did anyone tell you about the

"Yes."

was the most likely possibility Vincent could think of-a business competitor was trying to get him where it hurt and make him inse

much did they

composure.

paid me

this matter under the rug, and you can come to me in

to know that you can't accept money from just about anyone, though! Your father

in the business world long enough that he had a commanding presence. Most youngsters would feel afraid when seeing

him, apologizing profusely. They had just gotten to the entrance when Madison