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.

would take it. A few tricks, a little deception -what did it matter, if she was reclaiming what should’ve been hers all

trauma Jean had inflicted on her in another lifetime, this

Her gaze dropped away from Sarah, turning instead to Sienna. In the blink of an eye, her

I really wanted it to be something special for your birthday. But I didn’t know it would turn into all

nothing of her parentage. Nothing about

mentioned–again and again–was the painting. The

was

herself for Jean to demand answers,

But she didn’t.

didn’t ask for truth. Didn’t lash out.

stood there quietly, apologizing for not delivering

What Are

chest had been cleaved open. The pain

Ginger brothers felt the

asked them for anything. She hadn’t even seemed surprised. She just stood there–beautiful and composed–fuming over a painting

that only made

guess what was going on

you

if she cried. Screamed.