When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

Chapter 543 No More Games

Sarah… was Tyler?

Jean felt a flicker of surprise, but it didn’t last long. She had assumed that Tyler and Sarah must have known each other-may even had some kind of unspoken alliance. After all, the painting had been sharp, symbolic, even vicious in its irony. It made sense to think Sarah had collaborated with the mysterious artist behind it. But the truth was far simpler, and far sharper.

Sarah hadn’t just arranged the painting. She was the painter.

In hindsight, it shouldn’t have been a shock. This was Sarah after all. In her second life, she had embraced the image of the strong, capable woman, accumulating skills and identities like armor. Having a secret artistic alter ego was hardly out of character.

Jean felt no anger. Just a quiet, wry recognition. She hadn’t paid enough attention when she read the novel all those years ago. She hadn’t bothered to memorize Sarah’s many aliases. If she had, she never would have sought Tyler out in the first place. Back then, when she’d approached Sarah-unknowingly-about the painting, the woman had resisted at first. That made sense now. Sarah likely hadn’t known who she was dealing with. But Jean had revealed just enough personal information to paint a picture. Not a name, but a family. A background. A few carefully chosen details meant to impress and persuade.

It had worked.

Sarah, sharp as ever, must have figured it out. And when she did, she agreed to the job-probably with a smile.

Now everything made sense. The “True and False Phoenix” wasn’t just clever. It was calculated. And this banquet-Sienna’s birthday celebration-was the day Sarah had chosen to pull the curtain back.

Jean felt a hollow sort of amusement. So she’d handed Sarah the perfect stage without even realizing it. It was… well played.

But if Sarah thought that revealing the truth would crush her, she was sorely mistaken. There was no hurt, no panic-just a quiet resignation. So be it. The only thing this revelation changed was the timeline. Jean would be leaving the Ginger family a little sooner than expected. That was all.

In the center of the room, Sienna stood frozen, her expression unreadable. The shock hadn’t quite faded from her eyes. The artist she had admired for so long-Tyler-was her daughter?

painting? Why deliver such a message

a hint? A challenge? Some kind of smug performance

twisting into discomfort. She didn’t like people who tried to

the edges of her purse with sudden tension. Her eyes flicked downward. Then, as if steeling herself, she reached into the bag

hesitation and held them

was no more use in

bush,” Sarah said, her voice low but steady. “These are paternity

543 No More

proves I’m your biological daughter. The

dropped like a stone into

absolute. The music had long since faded. All conversation

of breath and

They hadn’t caught the quiet war of words between Sarah and Sienna. They had just assumed that Sarah was a reckless outsider with no

now? Now they

this girl had come looking

her mother…

Ginger family had a

Or no-worse.