The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 360

“That’s what you think. It doesn’t mean Lionel shares your sentiments.” Yara approached Lia’s bed and sneered, “He only sees you as his sister. And yet, you harbor desires for him! If outsiders find out that he was adopted from the orphanage by your parents, do you think your uncles would still accord him the same level of respect? Once his identity is exposed, you’ll remain the princess of the Johnson family, but Lionel will fall from grace and have his world turned upside down.”

Despite the pain she felt, that was the threshold she couldn’t cross.

And it was for that same reason she went along with Yara’s plan to frame Natalie.

“If you know what’s good for you, you should keep your mouth shut,” Yara warned. “If I have a need for you going forward, you had better do as I say. Or else, you will have to suffer the consequences.”

Lia clenched her fists upon hearing Yara’s words.

• When Lionel returned with the flowers in a vase, he saw Yara staring at Lia with a smile. “Lia, remember to obey your brother and have a good rest. I’ll drop by again when I’m free.”

Instead of responding, Lia pursed her lips.

Nonetheless, Yara didn’t care as she waved at Lionel.

“Bye, Lionel.”

“When did you get to know her? She looks pretty and seems to be a wonderful person,” Lionel casually remarked after putting the vase beside Lia’s bed.

However, Lia snapped, “Lionel, how can you like her when you don’t know anything about her?”

“Lia, 1-”

Lia quickly

and want to

she didn’t want to be Yara’s puppet, she couldn’t

ensue but was cognizant

guilt she felt over what she had done to

Clayton ordered a glass of milk and a piece of

had attracted the attention

used to it

the laptop he brought and began to type furiously on the keyboard. Green code appeared on the screen and seemed to be changing at

that the Johnson family dared to frame

more focused on the true mastermind, we still have

a smile, the brothers came to

skills had been improving by leaps and bounds, a run-of-the-mill security

cake, he wrote code to infiltrate the Johnson family’s

twenty minutes, Xavian pressed the enter button. At that moment, the Johnson Group’s financial systems received an alert, halting all of their major

“Clayton, it’s done.”

“Okay.”

of milk jubilantly, a ruthless glint flashed

would never forgive anyone who hurt their mommy no

their cake, Xavian and Clayton planned to scale the

their way back, they suddenly noticed the figure of an old man. He was holding onto his chest and grimacing on