When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

When the Family 81

Chapter 81 Julia Shows Up

He gave a habitual curl of his lips, then smiled as he turned the phone around, screen facing Jem.

“Well: Impressed?”

Jean blinked in surprise. This guy was actually showing off his game stats to her.

People bustled back and forth around them: the place was buzzing with noise and movement. But Easton looked like he existed in a different world–completely unaffected, completely immersed in himself, not giving a damn about anyone else.

“Mr. Easton

Out of nowhere. Olive approached with a bright, eager smile on her face. She looked at Easton with a hopeful expression, her fingers nervously twisting together.

She had come over just to greet Easton. Right behind her. Dustin and Raylan also walked up- each one putting on a humble front as they offered their greetings to Easton.

Jean stared, slack–jawed. These people all looked older than Easton, yet in front of him, they acted like subordinates groveling before a superior.

So this was how it worked: Easton didn’t need to say a word–people just came to him.

That was the law of the jungle in showbiz–those with enough fame always ended up calling the shots.

“What’re you thinking about?”

Easton’s lazy voice drifted into her ears.

Jean snapped out of her thoughts, her gaze landing–somewhat absentmindedly–on his deep–set

eyes.

The guests had finished greeting him and returned to their seats. Easton sat there, eyes lowered. watching her with amused interest

He knew exactly what was going through his sister’s head.

But he still asked—on purpose–just to see how she’d respond.

Jean pressed her lips together and shook her head hard.

“I wasn’t thinking anything-

curled his lips again and gave a soft

a little spaced

81 Julia Shows

out and rubbed the top of

worrying about stuff that doesn’t

Finished

a soft, pearly glow. His lips lifted

ask me

his hand

I told you to stop messing with my

up with this guy? Suddenly being all nice?

fall away, glancing sideways at his sister, his eyes

thing still clung to the belief that he was out

done anything to hurt her. He just really enjoyed watching her squirm,

then, Easton’s eyes darkened just a

had to describe it, maybe…. he liked watching Jean look dazed or happy more than seeing

His tastes really were

idea when

the room. Even now, sitting in an unremarkable corner where no

catching glimpses of Easton’s every

how

Who exactly was

been the approachable type–always distant and out of

showing an unexpected side of himself to a

Really strange. But then agam, weird stuff happened in showbiz

12:54 PM

Julia

of light, hurried footsteps

Finished

who looked like a porcelain doll–beautiful and adorable–came in

“You are?”

at her in confusion, unable to hold back

tinged with two faint pink splotches, probably from the

I’m here for the