Revenge Of The Real Heiress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

No one had asked if Elisa even had money to stay at a hotel.Elisa curved her lips into a mischievous smile. "Not a hotel-a man's house. He was kind enough to take me in, and honestly, I've been quite comfortable there." Sebastian fell silent.His eyes flared with anger, his protective instincts kicking in. "You're a young woman! How could you possibly stay at some stranger's house? That's completely inappropriate! I'll book you a hotel right now, and you're not-" "Sebastian Watson," Elisa interrupted, her voice sharp and unwavering as she called him by his full name. "There's no longer any relationship between me and your family. What I do with my life is none of your business."Sebastian froze, stunned by her words. She had always called him "Sebastian". Hearing her strip away that familiarity cut deep, but he tried to reason with her."Mom only hit you because she was upset. Everything she said was in the heat of the moment. Don't take it to heart!" he urged."And what if I do?" E

When Vincent broached the topic of additional funding, there was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. While Elisa was known as the daughter of Vinelake's wealthiest family, the Watson name had taken a significant hit lately.Their plummeting shares, boycotts from disgruntled consumers, and financial instability were all over the news. If things continued this way, the Watson family would be lucky to scrape into the top 50 on the wealth rankings, let alone hold their former title as the city's elite. Elisa noticed his concern and gave a reassuring smile. "I am me. The Watson family is the Watson family. Don't mix the two. As for the additional funding, don't worry. I'll wire the money within three days. Same terms as before-I'll want equity in return." Vincent immediately instructed one of them to draft an additional investment agreement.Once the paperwork was signed, Elisa leaned back in her chair, her mind already turning to how she'd raise more funds. It was winter break the next d

The other young socialites who had been so eager to join the game now stood on the sidelines, licking their wounds and laughing nervously. They had lost far more than they anticipated while Elisa hadn't lost a single round. By the end, Arnold's face was ashen, his pride utterly trampled."Come on, Elisa, you don't have X-ray vision, do you?" one of the socialites teased, trying to lighten the mood.Elisa smirked and shot back, "Nah, I just have really good hearing."Her playful response had everyone around her bursting into laughter.Elisa had no idea that her little gambling spree had caught the attention of someone watching from above.Damien stood at the edge of the upper level, his eyes fixed on the scene below. There was Elisa, seated in the center of the group, completely surrounded. Arnold sat directly across from her, looking absolutely miserable. Even from that distance, Damien could hear the noise-the lively chatter and the bursts of laughter echoing through the room."She's

Was Elisa trying to seduce Mr. Russell?The thought struck Arnold like a lightning bolt, and his expression immediately darkened as a storm of emotions flashed past-anger, disbelief, and frustration. By the end of it, his teeth were clenched, and his hands were balled into fists at his sides. "Damn it!" he hissed under his breath.Henry watched Arnold's increasingly erratic demeanor with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "One more thing," Henry added, his tone dropping to a serious warning. "Stay away from Elisa. Don't cause any trouble for her." "Why?" Arnold shot back. "She's my fiancée."He emphasized the word "fiancée" with a deliberate force, his jaw tightening as he spoke.Henry nearly laughed out loud, a derisive snort escaping before he could stop it. "Oh, she's your fiancée now? Funny how that works. Back when your grandfather broke his back arranging your engagement, you were nowhere to be found. You skipped the ceremony entirely, didn't you?"You've got no claim on her.

Every time Elisa needed to leave the Russell estate, she'd rely on Kenneth for a ride down to town. But once at her destination, she'd insist he return without her. She'd always arrange her own way back, usually by cab. Kenneth had followed those instructions to the letter, but tonight, that wasn't enough to appease Damien.Damien glared at him before turning on his heel and heading toward the door. His determined stride left no doubt about his intentions-he would personally pick her up.But just as he reached the entrance, headlights flickered outside, and the sound of an approaching cab made him pause.Elisa stepped out of the cab, carrying herself with her usual nonchalance. "Thanks. Just wait here a moment," she told the driver before heading toward the house.She met Damien in the doorway. "Oh, hey," she greeted casually, barely slowing her pace as she slipped past him.Damien stood still, his expression unreadable. Though his dark eyes followed her retreating figure into the hou