All Chapters of Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The moment Sandra saw Isolde's message, an ominous premonition seized her.She did not even bother with slippers. She ran downstairs barefoot, almost frantic, heading straight for the living room.Sure enough, the massive TV wall displayed a paternity test report in full screen. Anyone passing through the room could read the bolded line at a glance.[Alan Princeton and Ethan Princeton are not related.]At that moment, steady footsteps sounded on the staircase, followed by Alan's puzzled voice. "Sandra? You ran down without even wearing shoes. What are you looking at?"Alan descended from upstairs, his gaze shifting naturally toward the TV.Sandra's heart leapt into her throat. The sudden rush of fear soaked her back in cold sweat.She rushed in front of the TV and blocked the screen with her body while fumbling for the power button.A sharp snap echoed as she forced the TV off.The screen went black.Alan stopped halfway down the stairs. His brows drew together, and suspicion

On the screen was the smart TV's on-demand interface. It was clearly not a live broadcast channel.Sandra had been lying to him.Alan stared at the screen in silence for a long moment. His gaze hardened by the second.In a low voice, he instructed Maxime, "Call Sandra to the study. Then go to her room and search it carefully. Find the delivery documents she received yesterday.""Yes, Mr. Princeton."…Inside the study, Sandra gently pushed the door open."Alan, you wanted to see me. What is it?" Her voice was soft, but her eyes flicked toward the phone on his desk.Had Alan summoned her because he had already seen the message Isolde sent?Alan slid a document across the desk. "This is the preliminary process for the inheritance ceremony. Take a look. See if there's anything wrong, or anything that needs improvement."'So it isn't about the paternity test. Thank goodness. Isolde has not made a move yet. There's still time,' she thought.Sandra took the chance to sit beside hi

Sandra's hand shot forward and knocked over Alan's glass. The entire glass of water splashed across his laptop.The screen went black at once. Faint white wisps of smoke curled upward, carrying a sharp burnt smell.Alan froze.He snapped his head around to stare at Sandra. Veins bulged at his temples. "I'm in the middle of discussing the inheritance with the elders. What exactly are you doing?!"Sandra looked on the verge of tears. Her voice shook with sobs. "I'm sorry, Alan. I really didn't mean it. I just wanted to get you a cup of water, and my hand slipped."Anger tightened Alan's chest, but there was no spare computer on the plane. He had no choice but to wait until after landing.Fortunately, they had already covered most of the important points.Then something strange happened.The video conference did not disconnect when his screen went black.On the other end of the call, "Alan" was still online.In his familiar, faintly arrogant tone, he announced, "I've changed my

The banquet began, and guests arrived in a steady stream.Sandra stood outside the brilliantly lit main entrance, watching the ironclad security and the meticulous identity checks imposed on every female guest.The corner of her mouth curled into a satisfied smile. 'Isolde, no matter what tricks you try tonight, you will not set foot in here.'As long as Alan successfully inherited the Princeton family and she gained the mistress' authority, her first act would be to make Isolde suffer. Dare to threaten her? She would make Isolde pay dearly."Sandra, why are you standing there daydreaming? Come help greet the guests." Ruth waved at her with a smile. Pearls shimmered against her gown, and pride radiated from every gesture.Today marked the most glorious day of her life.After years of restraint, her son would finally inherit the family. From this moment on, she would be the mother of the family leader, the most respected woman in Southbridge. The women who once pressured her into

Alan's body tensed, as if he were facing a mortal enemy. "Bruce, what are you doing here?"Bruce's gaze swept casually over the orchestra, leaving no impression behind, before settling on Alan. His voice carried an icy chill as he offered a single word. "Observing.""Observing?" Alan snorted. "My dear cousin, you need not trouble yourself. Your legs are already disabled. Why not stay in the hospital instead of forcing yourself to come here? Seeing you like this, I truly feel uneasy."The moment he finished speaking, suppressed whispers rippled through the onlookers."Oh my, the rumors are true? The Prince really is disabled?""No wonder he's in a wheelchair and looks so pale. Sigh, he used to be such a formidable figure.""Serves him right. When he suppressed us back then, he showed no mercy. Now that he's crippled, let's see how arrogant he can be.""Exactly. A crippled nobody. From now on, when we meet, he'll be bowing and crawling around. Hahaha. Prince? My ass.""But coming