When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

Chapter 577 Going Back

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She quickly bought herself a pair of shoes and socks. Then she headed into the mall’s restroom to clean up and put the shoes on. Turning on the faucet, she cupped some cool water in her hands and splashed it onto her face. Her nerves finally cased a little; she forced herself to stay sharp.

By the time Jean walked out of the mall, the night had grown thick and heavy. Overhead, clouds veiled the moon; wisps of dark mist drifted across the sky, eerie and restless.

Jean hailed another taxi.

to

She didn’t know the exact address of the manor, at least not for now; she could only rely on memory guide the driver back there. She knew it was incredibly risky. Her mother, her brother, even Ludwig, all of them would rather shoulder the danger themselves to keep her safe, to keep her far away from that place of chaos and danger…

Going back was clearly against everything they had wanted for her.

But she had to return, if any of them died, then no matter how long she lived, she’d carry the weight of guilt and regret for the rest of her life.

And that man–he wouldn’t let her go.

She was sure of it, it was only a matter of time. Even if she hid now, kept her head down, stayed buried deep somewhere safe, it would only buy her a moment of peace.

it head–on; end it once and

in front

right away; she watched the manor gates through the

unremarkable–eerily calm, as if nothing

inside of that manor was as

the door open and stepped out of

the mall, she hadn’t only bought shoes

hide herself in the pitch–black night. Her pockets were stuffed with a few extra tools she’d picked up on the

wasn’t much, but it was all she could manage with

fate, she slipped through the manor gates swiftly,

far when someone suddenly tapped her on

heart skipped and

her muscles tensed and her fists tightened, a familiar voice

Jean’s head snapped up.

Chapter 577 Going Back

the dim light, she slowly made out

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was Jolene. Behind her stood a group of figures with their faces hidden, their appearances nearly impossible to