All Chapters of Forsaken Daughter Turns the Game Upside Down: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Early in the morning, Alexandra was already dressed neatly. She had chosen the outfit she considered tidy yet still flattering. After checking herself in the mirror one last time, she went to bid farewell to her mother before heading out for her first day of work. "Are you really sure about working there?" Elisa asked anxiously. To her, it felt like she was sending her daughter into a battlefield rather than an office. Alexandra laughed at her mother's worried expression. "Mom, I'm just going to work, not to war. Just pray everything goes smoothly on my first day, and that my boss will be satisfied with my work." "Is your boss old?" Elisa pressed. Alexandra burst out laughing, shaking her head. "No, he's still young. But what difference does it make? Whether he's old or young, why should it matter?" Elisa let out a heavy sigh. The shadows of that night returned to her thoughts, a past she wasn't ready to share. Was now really the right time for Alexandra to return? Would everyth

Roger had actually heard what Estella said to Alexandra. The words stung him, and he couldn't stand watching his secretary get humiliated like that. He was Roger Davenier-the son of Victor Davenier and elder brother of Esther, the famous wife of Evander Westvale. There was no way he would allow another company's secretary to laugh at his own. Mocking Alexandra was no different than mocking him.Roger already knew all about Alexandra's life. He had ordered someone to investigate her family background, so none of this surprised him. Naturally, her appearance couldn't compare to Estella's-Estella came from wealth, while Alexandra had struggled."What are you spacing out for? Come on, let's go inside," Roger called out when he noticed Alexandra standing frozen at the boutique entrance."Me? Inside too?" she asked timidly.Roger clicked his tongue, annoyed, and grabbed her hand, pulling her in without hesitation. The moment they stepped inside, the boutique owner-who had been sitting at th

Roger turned his head at the sound of approaching footsteps, his jaw tightening instantly. Of all times... why now?"Hello, Miss Torent. What a coincidence," he said politely, though a hint of strain edged his voice."Yes, I was just having lunch nearby when I saw you. Visiting your sister, I take it? Oh, and who's this?"The woman was Stacy Torent, a longtime admirer of Roger Davenier. She had pursued him for years, but Roger had always kept his distance-from her and every other woman."You know her? Who is she, Miss Davenier?" Stacy pressed."This is Alexandra Costa," Esther said, her tone smooth and unflinching. "Roger's fiancée."Both Roger and Alexandra stiffened in shock, but Esther didn't so much as blink."Fiancée? I thought she was just his secretary," Stacy scoffed, her eyes sweeping over Alexandra."So what if she is?" Esther's voice was cold, deliberate. "If memory serves, you're a secretary too, aren't you?"Roger quickly caught his sister's hand. He knew Esther had littl

“Who dropped you off last night? That wasn’t your boss, was it?” Elisa finally asked. She had kept her questions to herself yesterday, but curiosity had been eating away at her.“No, Mom,” Alexandra said quickly. “He’s one of my boss’s clients. I was working late, the bus never came, and Mr. Jenkins happened to drive by. He offered me a ride. Honestly, I was starving and didn’t want to wait alone in the dark, so… I accepted.”Elisa sighed, her gaze softening. Poor child. You’ve never even known your father, and now you carry the burden of taking care of me too, she thought bitterly.“Well, finish your breakfast,” Elisa said with a gentle smile. “I made you oatmeal with fruit. Still your favorite, isn’t it?”Alexandra’s lips curved upward. No matter how rough life got, her mother’s cooking always brought comfort. Elisa often told her about their family’s past—how they had once been successful entrepreneurs, before bankruptcy, before prison, before everything fell apart. Elisa’s past re

"Can you work late tonight, Alexa?" Roger asked casually over lunch.Alexandra blinked. In the two months she had been his secretary, Roger Davenier had never once asked her to stay late."What's going on, Sir?" she asked cautiously."We're entertaining a client," he explained, his tone calm but firm. "This deal is worth hundreds of millions. If we close it, Victory goes international. We can't afford mistakes. It'll just be a drink or two."Her lips pressed together. With stakes that high, how could she possibly refuse?"...Alright."That evening, Roger's luxury sedan glided through Jakarta's night traffic, heading south toward one of the most exclusive rooftop bars in the city. Their American client-flying home tomorrow-was eager to make his last night unforgettable."I like this place," Roger remarked smoothly."Then I'll trust your taste," the man replied with a grin.Alexandra, calm and fluent, handled the little details-ordering, translating, keeping the mood light. Watching her