When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

When the Family 122

Chapter 122 Inside the Cave.

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Ludwig had pale, cool–toned skin and strikingly sharp features. His gaze was clear yet piercing, and just standing there, he carried a quiet, commanding presence.

“Ms. Ginger, and who’s this?” Bryson asked, his brow slightly furrowed in confusion.

Jean pressed her lips together and gave a vague answer. “Someone I met on the way… If it weren’t for this friend, I probably wouldn’t have made it here safely.

Bryson didn’t question her at all. He simply nodded, then stepped aside slightly and gestured toward the entrance of the cave. “Ms. Ginger, you both go in first.”

Jean glanced at Ludwig. The two exchanged a look, then stepped into the cave together. Inside, the light was dim. But since it was daytime, a few beams of sunlight still managed to filter through the entrance. With the help of that faint light, Jean could just barely make out the scene inside.

Several people were sitting on the ground, leaning against the rock wall. Among them were pilots. and flight attendants–their uniforms made them easy to recognize.

she saw Dominic sitting at the very back. His head was lowered, as if he were asleep, completely silent.

but a noticeable stubble had grown along his refined jaw. Still, it didn’t make him look disheveled–if anything, it added a

sat there

the ground. The sound was loud enough.

flight attendants opened their eyes right away. They had all been resting with their eyes closed, and the sudden noise

the side, his deep–set eyes shadowed beneath dark bangs. Jean couldn’t make out the look in his eyes, but she could feel his gaze narrowing as he examined

“J–Jean?” His voice

CEO’s sister is here, everyone–nothing to worry about,” Bryson said as he stepped into the cave after them, flashing a reassuring smile at the rest of

Ginger doing in a place

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the made–up story Jean had casually spun moments earlier, explaining to everyone in the cave how she had ended up there. Jean didn’t care whether they believed

crouched down and called his name, her voice crisp