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Staring at the headshot photo of the CEO. George? My mind flashed back to James talking to me about his father. Could this be him? “What are you thinking, Belle?” “It’s just…” I pressed my fingers to my lips. “James once told me about his father. I was wondering if this man could be him.” Jenna took the phone back and scrolled down. “Look.” She drew my attention and I leaned closer. “They have a daughter and a son…” Her excitement dropped as she scrolled further. Her face fell.

"I regret it a lot. I shouldn't have chased them away at that time. Jennifer was already at her wits' end ..." Karen turned to look at Yvonne and continued, "You said that the Jennifer you knew had a son. That's right. She's my daughter. When she left home years ago, her son was only six years old." Karen held Yvonne's hand and asked sentimentally, "Tell me, are they having a good life now? Do they bear any grudges against me?" Yvonne was stunned. Looking at how expectant Karen was, she couldn't bring herself to tell her that Jennifer was dead.

"How dare you come back here?" Her voice was flat without any trace of emotion. "And you brought this... dirty child with you?" "Mom!" Rick stepped forward and shielded us behind him, his voice turning cold. "The girl's name is Tina Rivers, my daughter. And this is Mandy Rivers, my wife." "Wife?" Rachel scoffed, then slammed the table and pointed at my face. "I'll never acknowledge her! A woman who only causes trouble and raises a lying daughter is unworthy of being my daughter-in-law!"

“What’s her name? Dad’s secretary?” “Olivia?” Catherine and I said in choir. Then I felt the need to correct that. “She’s Quentin’s secretary. Not mine.” “Yeah, her.” Catherine nodded and looked a bit sad, and I wanted to slap both Jakeand myself in the head. I knew why he didn’t like going canoeing or even going on a boat. He couldn’t swim. Why didn’t I think of that? “Uhm... Maybe I can take you?” I offered awkwardly, and Marty glanced at her husband, hopeful. He shrugged.

Sending her a smile and a wave of my own, she runs up to the front seeming to be spurred on by her excitement. “We’re the family of Justin, I’m his mate Julia and here is our daughter Jennifer, who wanted to make a speech for her dad and tell you all how much she loved him.” The woman with huge tears in her eyes says, her hands on the shoulders of the little girl I now know was called Jennifer, who nodded.

She asked, walking ahead to sit beside him on the couch. "This girl," he pointed at the screen and Amelia followed his gesture with her eyes. She found it's a report about JPs stock market and briefings on the Chairman's eldest daughter. Also showing recaps of the press conference held at JP's Enterprise. "What about her?" She looked sideways at her father. "I know her." He said. "She..."

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.

I take out an envelope and take out a few papers. “Well, Candice Dawson who is twenty is biologically your camera man Mr. Jim’s daughter, it shows you did the DNA test here and though you didn’t tell your husband, but the biological father knows she is his daughter.” I smirked looking at the camera man who was sweating bullets Mrs. Dawson is looking around to her husband who is angry. “I apologize if I am intruding, but you have been intruding in my family matters for so long I feel like we are close enough to give each other advice,” I say sarcastically.

“I’m Winnie Johnson, Mr. Johnson’s daughter. For years, rumors have claimed my dad wasn’t married and didn’t have kids. Today, I’m here to set the record straight. He is married, and he does have a child. “Just a few days ago, a woman barged into my room, called me a shameless other woman trying to seduce Mr. Johnson, and even attacked me.” I held up my wrist, wrapped in bandages, for the audience to see. “This woman is Marion Smith, my dad’s new secretary, who started just two months ago.” Joanna, who had warned me about her, focused her phone’s camera on Marion to give everyone a good look. Marion’s face was twisted in horror. “What are you trying to do?

"Karen, I genuinely had no idea she wasn't really the tycoon's daughter!" At his words, "Cynthia" lunged at him, her face twisted with rage. "You scum! How dare you call me a fake! I am Cynthia Woodward, the richest man's real daughter!" My father gritted his teeth, freeing himself from my grip. He turned to glare at "Cynthia" with fury. "I wasn't aware I had a daughter who's a murderer."