When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

When the Book–Traveling Girl Meets the Reborn Girl

Chapter 546 What Are You Really Thinking?

The frost in Jean’s eyes deepened with each word, her voice tinged with scorn and a sharp, simmering anger. “Did I not pay you? Did I not make a deal with you?”

Her lips curled ever so slightly, though it wasn’t a smile. “As your client, I could have tolerated receiving a painting with such loaded symbolism. But to find out even the right to call it a gift has been stripped from me–was that part of the service, too?”

Sarah blinked, a flicker of surprise dancing through her

gaze.

Of all the reactions she’d prepared for–tears, denial, hysteria–this wasn’t one of them. Jean had just learned she wasn’t the Ginger family’s real daughter. Yet she didn’t seem shaken. Not even a little. Instead, her fury was directed at a painting?

She didn’t seem to care that she was the fake noble at all. Her focus was entirely on the transaction.

What kind of person is this? Sarah wondered, unsettled. What kind of brain even works like that?

Jean didn’t stop. She raised an eyebrow, voice still calm but edged with barbed amusement. “Really, don’t you think this was a bit unfair? Wouldn’t you agree, Miss Tyler?”

That hit its mark.

Sarah stiffened, clearly uncomfortable. The room was full of people–powerful people, well–connected, high society. Their opinions mattered. And though she believed she’d done nothing wrong, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of their unspoken judgment pressing down on her.

it. A few tricks, a little deception -what did

inflicted on her in another lifetime,

for a response. Her gaze dropped away from Sarah, turning instead to Sienna. In the

lot of thought into it. I really wanted it to be something special for your birthday. But

of her parentage. Nothing about bloodlines or false identities.

again–was the

that was what shattered

even. She’d braced herself for Jean to

But she didn’t.

didn’t ask for truth.

quietly, apologizing for not delivering a perfect

What Are You Really

her twist violently, as if her chest had

brothers

hadn’t fallen apart. She hadn’t asked them for anything. She hadn’t even seemed surprised. She just stood

that only made it

read her. Couldn’t guess what was going on behind her

are you really thinking,

would’ve preferred if she cried. Screamed.