The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 283

hapter 283 The God’s Weakness

“Alright then, I’ll leave you to it.” Sierra gave a faint smile as she stood up.

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Finished

Watching her walk away, Mateo scratched his nose and called after her, “Hey, Sierra–don’t worry. We’ll do everything we can to take care of the people under the Zach Group.”

This time, Sierra’s smile was more genuine. “Thanks.”

“No problem!” Mateo felt relieved. This was more like the Sierra he was used to–steady, grounded, and clear–eyed.

Still, he decided not to tell Jonathan about what happened today. Jonathan already hated his stepmother to the core–no need to pour oil on the fire.

Back at home, Susie told Chase everything that had happened between her and Sierra.

“No wonder Jonathan’s into her,” Susie said quietly. “She really is a good girl.”

Chase thought back to the way Sierra had stood up for Jonathan that day, and couldn’t find the words to respond.

Wayne had always loved Jonathan, but he wasn’t just Jonathan’s grandfather–he was the head of a powerful family. With so many grandchildren, Jonathan was never going to get much from him.

Only Sierra saw Jonathan as her one and only–her most important person.

None of them could compare to that.

Even though Sierra’s route had been a dead end, they couldn’t let things keep spiraling.

“I’ll talk to my father,” Chase said finally.

Susie hesitated. She hadn’t wanted to involve Wayne–she knew he had always held some resentment toward her.

right now, they were out of

“Talk to him properly.”

“I know.”

for a while. She was about to head upstairs when something occurred to

Jose?” she asked

Jose hasn’t been home these

frequenting

their key members–some visible, some hidden. As one of the direct bloodline, Jose’s

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The

frowned. “Call him. Tell him to come

Shane when he

my mom I’ll be

hanging up, he turned to Shane. “So. What kind of partnership

Finished

something, I want something. So what do you say, Mr. Jose?

pale under the

giving him a

heard of Shane. The guy had a reputation–a full–blown lunatic. He’d been quiet lately, apparently after

and swirled the drink in

I trust

have a common enemy.” Shane pulled down his collar, revealing unhealed wounds across his

downed the rest of his drink in

not my brother. Second, he’s not my

at him. To acknowledge him. To drag him off that pedestal

But eventually, he realized–if a god won’t look down at you, there’s another way to get

pull the god

it. Don’t

golden

They exchanged a look.