When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

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Mindy and Sofia stood dazedly off to the side, unable to grasp what was going on.

Sofia had never seen Jolene before, but she could tell from the atmosphere that this woman was someone important.

Jolene casually turned her head, her sharp, blade–like gaze landing directly on Mr. Lwain.

A mocking curve tugged at the corners of her lips. “Of course. Why else would I show up?”

With that, she stepped toward him.

Mr. Lwain wasn’t tall. Wearing heels, Jolene towered over him. Her eyes looked down on him, cold and commanding.

“I heard everything,” Jolene said, her smile thin, the chill in her eyes spreading like ice.

Mr. Lwain felt like he was being crushed under pressure, unable to breathe.

“If this little girl got me to take the case,” Jolene tilted her brow slightly, “you said you’d kneel down and bark like a dog?”

words fell, Mr. Lwain’s scalp tingled. His face drained of

lips trembled. “Ms. Jolene… I

at him blankly for a moment, then looked at

firmly. “Of course not. That

back, gaze colder. “She says it wasn’t a joke, Mr. Lwain. What do you

took a step back. His palms were drenched

didn’t think too much at the time. I just said

She crossed her arms, her chin slightly raised. “Casual? As a lawyer, you throw around promises

like steel. Mr. Lwain’s lips twitched. He was sweating through his

afford to

hadn’t taken a case in years, her power in

Mr. Lwain was nothing but

of something. His gaze darted to the female assistant beside him, lighting up like he’d

said, patting the assistant on the shoulder and flashing a nervous grin. “How about she

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