All Chapters of Forsaken Daughter Turns the Game Upside Down: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

“His son?”Esther was stunned for a moment in disbelief, then her eye twitched violently. She got so angry she swore, “Keep dreaming!”Someone actually dared to scam her? Four years had passed since that night. She hadn’t gotten a clear look at the guy, but she was certain he was Caucasian. Alejandro was a Latino Mexican—so how dare this stranger bully her?Esther changed into a tight black outfit, tied her long hair up, had a pistol loaded and holstered at her waist, and wore sunglasses tilted down over her nose, covering most of her face. Her once bright and beautiful face instantly turned cold and fierce, both elegant and sharp.Evander changed into a black trench coat and stood beside her like a loyal henchman. Evander found it both funny and a bit embarrassing but cooperated by hooking a pair of sunglasses on his nose too.They arrived at the agreed spot but Alejandro was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a Cauca

Esther’s eyes fixed straight on the DNA test certificate in Roger’s hand, her mind buzzing and dazed, stunned for a long moment without being able to form a complete sentence. She shook her head reflexively—“He truly doesn’t deserve it!”Alejandro fiddled with the machine gun on his shoulder, then looked coldly at Roger. “He’s only fit to be my subordinate. I’m fit to be your brother-in-law. Besides, I and your sister have a child—”“What about that child?”At this, Esther, who had been dazed for a long time, suddenly seemed to be awakened by a bucket of cold water, instantly becoming clear-headed. “Where is the child?”“I thought you wouldn’t admit it was me who slept with you back then. But I didn’t expect you care about the child. That’s easy!”Probably surprised by Esther’s reaction, Alejandro was delighted. He subconsciousl

Before boarding the flight back to Country A, headline news:#Heiress of the Carter Family and Heir of the Westvale Family Shoot Wedding Photos — The Big Day Approaches#The accompanying picture shows Luna in a wedding dress and Evander in a tailcoat.The comments below erupted in uproar:“Whoa, the top socialite of the capital with the richest man—what a fairy-tale romance!”“Perfectly matched, a match made in heaven!”“Seriously, Esther was just a nobody before, Luna is the real princess.”“What the heck, Evander, aren’t you going to explain this?” Roger was so angry he wanted to just scroll past on his phone.“I’m right here, how could I be taking wedding photos with her?”Evander glanced coldly at the phone screen; his face darkened as if about to bite someone. “Those photos are obvio

Esther's chest tightened-not with sympathy, but with the bitter confirmation of what she had long suspected. Yes, five years ago, Shilloh had vanished overnight. Her mentor said she had returned to her home country with her family. Every number Esther had tried afterward had been disconnected. "You expect me to believe you're some innocent bystander?" Esther's voice was low, dangerous. Shilloh's eyes snapped up. "Believe what you want. I'm telling you because I know where my father is tonight. And because... I owe you at least that much." Roger stepped forward. "Then talk." She nodded toward the far end of the club. "Private gambling room, second floor. He's surrounded by his friends and security, but he won't be expecting you." Esther studied her for a long moment. "You've given me information. I'll take it. But why betray your own father?" Shilloh's fingers trembled slightly around her glass. "Betrayal? You have no idea what betrayal is, Esther. For five years, I've told mysel

The meeting was set in one of Roger's private estates - a place safe enough that neither of them had to look over their shoulder.Estelle arrived first, hands twisting in her lap as she sat in the quiet lounge. Shiloh was beside her, silent, for once without her usual poise. Across the room, Esther leaned against the wall with Evander at her side, their twins playing quietly in the corner. Roger stood near the door, every inch the watchful guardian.The door opened.Victor Davenier stepped inside. Age had touched him - silver in his hair, deeper lines at the corners of his eyes - but his presence filled the room the way it always had. He stopped when he saw her.For a moment, neither spoke. Then Victor crossed the room in three long strides and knelt in front of her, his hands gently closing over hers."Estelle." His voice was rough, weighted with years of longing. "I thought I'd lost you forever."Her throat tightened. "You did. And when you find out what I've become, you'll wish you