When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

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Chapter 39 The Truth Unveiled.

Jean tugged on the straps of her backpack as she walked through the hallway of the art building.

At this point, she knew–she had to come here.

It was still early. The building was empty.

She followed the corridor all the way to the stairwell from before.

Pale morning light streamed through the windows, mixing eerily with the shadows at the stairwell.

In the dim, dusty air touched by sunlight, she could see particles floating like motes in a sunbeam.

She squinted instinctively.

Then she stepped onto the stairs, raised her hand, and knocked on the wall near the stairwell. She called upward:

“You. Come out.

At first, there was only silence.

Jean started to feel discouraged, about to give up and turn back-

When suddenly, the faintest footsteps, soft and almost inaudible, slipped into her ears

He was coming.

She’d come here today for one reason- -to meet the mysterious figure face to face.

After what happened yesterday, she was nearly certain now:

Whoever this person was, whatever connection he had to Abyssal Choir, he didn’t mean her harm. In fact, it seemed like they were secretly working together.

If that was the case, she had no reason to be afraid. No need to tiptoe around.

She wasn’t going to guess anymore. She wanted answers

The footsteps grew louder, clearer.

And then she saw the–black sneakers.

the rest: a teenager in all black, maybe seventeen or

eyes gleamed like obsidian in the

was pale–almost translucently white, the kind where you could see

he gave

do you

curled his lips into a smile, his eyes bending

closer. The smile would’ve been cute–if it weren’t for how strangely out of place it looked on someone with such a cold,

yet somehow, it didn’t

The Truth

boy clearly knew

her best to

the Hope Cup she said cautiously, watching

Finished

“The Hope Cap, huh… You must’ve seen the news. Thanks

Jean’s brain raced.

expose her memory loss. On the other, she needed to coax more info out

pressed her lips together and sighed like something was weighing on her. “But what

eyes were like colil, polished beads–utterly detached. He chuckled.

Jean was puzzled.

he said breezily “Still, you did better than I

mind was starting to piece

tone and said. “How long do you plan to hide out in this dark

tilted his head,

Jean jumped.

widened on

could see her

isn’t that because of

and crisp, like wind chimes

Because of her?

did that

novel didn’t

kept a straight face. Even if

boy added. “The organization sent me to protect you in secret. I have to stay nearby… You know I can’t show my Lace, so this is the

Jean, honestly—

shouldn’t have come looking for me

heart skipped a

Did he notice something

of nervousness, but her face remained calm. Her

The organization he mentioned…