El Asombroso Yerno Millonario Capitulo 3276 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Given our current circumstances, it's challenging for us to gather such a large sum all at once. Ethan was about to say something when he suddenly saw a small figure swiftly moving past. "Who is that child?" Ethan stood up from the couch. Oh no! Vincent had been so busy happily spreading termites all over the Solace residence that he had forgotten to hide himself. Ethan observed Vincent's face closely. His pupils suddenly dilated. "This child is ..." Penelope clenched her teeth. "This is Larissa's child." Ethan exclaimed in shock, "Don't tell me his father is Ambrose?"

He unfolds the paper, scans it, then looks up. “Miss Hart,” he says gently, “the DNA test confirms a ninety-nine point nine percent match.” The world tilts. “You are Evander Kingsley’s biological daughter.” For a moment, no one moves. No one breathes. Then Eleanor’s hand flies to her mouth. A sound escapes her—small, broken, raw. Not a sob. Not a gasp. Something in between. Something that sounds like twenty-three years of grief cracking open. Her eyes fill instantly, tears spilling over before she can stop them.

His gaze dropped to her stomach then lifted to her face. Who is the father?" Her fingers tightened on the duvet. "Why? Planning to send him a congratulations card?" "Answer the question." "None of your business." "Everything that happens under my roof is my business," His voice dropped low, He leaned down, placing one hand on the mattress beside her hip, she caught the scent of cedar and her pulse betrayed her. "You have no ID. You have an encrypted military-grade flash drive in your bag. And you are running from someone powerful enough to make you reject a public hospital while bleeding."

Black suit, ruthless jawline, eyes so dark they seemed to pierce the camera itself. The caption beneath his name made my stomach twist violently: Lucian Backwood. CEO. Heir to Backwood Enterprises. The man I’d given myself to in a haze of grief and alcohol wasn’t some anonymous mistake. He was one of the most powerful men in New York. “No,” My voice broke as I stumbled back, pressing my hand over my mouth. “No, Maya, that’s not possible. It can’t be him.” “It's a fact.” Maya’s voice was iron. “I triple-checked. And guess what? He’s not just anyone. That man is Lucian Backwood, billionaire, golden boy of the corporate world.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “And the father of your child.”

Elyse assumed a haughty posture and spread her hands, saying, "I need money to raise a child, and I'm sorry to ask Randy for it. So, I'll trouble you to give it to me. Besides, I must have abalone and bird's nest for every meal. I can't afford to neglect the child in my belly." Lena was about to walk past her, but Elyse caught up with her. "Lena, your younger brother values the child in my belly a lot. If something were to happen to me here, do you think he would hold a grudge against you?" Lena's footsteps halted, and she raised her hand to rub her forehead. "Transfer three million to your original card. Don't come looking for me until New Year." Elyse's eyes lit up instantly, this was the

She leaned back and began to articulate calmly, "Before you resign from your hospital job and step into the studio, you have a credit worth more than a hundred thousand due to the treatment of your ailing sister. Magically, a few days after you stepped into the set, a relative from abroad sent you a huge amount to clear a loan. And you surprisingly have the funds to buy tickets to leave the country." Upon hearing this, Doctor Earl cast a sharp glare at Valencia. "Since you already know about this family abroad. What do you want to hear?" He roared coldly. Valencia leaned backward and leisurely ignored him before she continued to speak, "After tracking this family down, it turns out that he's

Algern chuckled, prompting a sigh from Diego, who couldn't fully wrap his head around everything happening because of Elara. "It's a long story. Here's the payment," Alpha Diego said, tossing a filled envelope of money to Algern, who reciprocated with a container of medication for Elijah's paralysis. "Do you have anything planned now? I want you to keep an eye on my son's fated mate for a while. She's carrying my grandchild, so I can't punish her for what she did to Elijah. I need you to watch her because she's quite cunning," Diego explained, his words uncertain.

"Room 3, fifteen million." Abigail pressed the price increase button again. Marisa looked at her thin and beautiful hand, and was taken aback, "Abby, are you still following?" The total price had reached 90 million... Even if she made six Heart Tonic Pills and sold them, she would only get back 60 million, and she would lose 30 million! At this time, Ronan's cell phone rang. It was Jaeden Shea who took care of his grandpa. "Mr. Lucero, it's bad! After Sir Lucero had the soup sent by Ms. Baldwin, he suddenly had a high fever. The doctor said that Sir Lucero's condition has deteriorated again, and he is still being rescued... Hurry up and come over!"

Ava, unfazed by the mention of Peter Breslin, assured Maribella, "No need to apologize to me. He is who he is." Lenore chimed in, feeling left out, "Hey, what about me? He's my brother, after all." She held her fingers up to the light, revealing a less-than-impressive manicure with a smeared and blood-like appearance—clearly a result of Randi's less-than-stellar efforts. Upon hearing Lenore's name, Maribella paled, her eyes turning ice blue and emitting a faint glow. "Wait, you're that Lenore?" Ava quickly stepped in to reassure Maribella, "Don't worry, you're safe here. You know Aphelion is enchanted to inflict excruciating pain on anyone who intends harm to any of the residents, should the