Chapter 64
Principal Houston stepped forward with a pale face. “President Wilson… this is a misunderstanding…“} Several board members standing nearby were already trembling, their faces white as sheets.
“Indeed, we failed to manage the situation properly,” one stammered. “Please, perhaps we can–“>
“Principal Houston,” I cut in coldly, “schools are meant to educate with integrity. If yours can’t even uphold basic moral standards, then I see no reason to continue our partnership.“}–
The once arrogant girls instantly turned ghostly pale.
“What… what was going on?“}
“Wasn’t Demi supposed to be the real heiress of the Wilson family?“}
Everyone murmured in confusion.
The board members exchanged nervous glances–these old foxes were masters at reading the room.
And now, they understand.”
The girl they had been flattering all along with was a fake.}
The real daughter of the Wilson family was Frances.>
“But… wasn’t she just the maid’s child?“}
“And at that last charity gala, the woman beside President Martinez didn’t look like her at all…“}
They began to panic.
They finally realized in this world of elite men, who said a man could only have one woman, or one daughter?} “…Madam–President Wilson, we’re so sorry…”
They weren’t fools. Before coming, they had been instructed by their families to form a good relationship with the Wilson family’s heir. The goal was to get their own family connected to the Wilson Holdings. However, they had mistaken a fake for the real thing.
What would happen if their parents found out? Who didn’t have a few illegitimate children? And those illegitimate children were just waiting for them to slip up!}
Of course, they had no choice but to place all the blame on Demi.
“Alright, I’m here to handle Frances’s suspension paperwork. During this time, I hope Principal Houston can clean up the environment of your school,” I said calmly.”
With that, I left with Frances.
On the way home, I remained silent.}
“Mom… I…” Frances seemed like she wanted to say something but was too nervous, fiddling with her clothes.
I reached over and gently patted her head. “It’s not your fault, sweetheart. Don’t worry, Mom will always be here with you.”
I gazed at her with a heart full of tenderness.
Soon, I drove us to the mall. It wasn’t until then that I noticed–most of Frances’s clothes were old and faded.§
This was all Emma’s doing!?
I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down.
That was fine. Emma had stolen from our family, and whatever she took would now be enough to ensure she spent the rest of her life in prison.[
Things that had been dirtied could be thrown out and replaced with new ones.
I turned the steering wheel and led Frances into the mall.
She timidly stepped out of the fitting room, wearing a skirt. Her eyes were filled with caution and insecurity.
Looking at her, my heart ached. She used to be so confident and full of sunshine,
“You look beautiful. Try on a few more,” I gently encouraged.}
The luxury brands in the mall had been designed by professionals to perfectly enhance one’s figure and create a flattering silhouette. With my encouragement, Frances seemed to gain a little courage.}
She hesitated for a moment, holding a few more dresses, then walked back to the fitting room.
But the next moment, I heard a sharp cry.
At the fitting room entrance, a woman with delicate features glared angrily, then slapped Frances to the ground.
“You little slut, who gave you the courage to come here?“#
“Where did you get the money for this?”
“You must have stolen it from Derni, right?”
The woman’s face was full of malice. I rushed over and helped Frances up, my anger boiling over
I turned and slapped the woman hard across the face.
The woman in front of me was none other than the ‘President Wilson‘ who had been invited to the stage at Frances’s birthday party She was wearing haute couture, her body adorned with limited–edition jewelry
10:40 AM
A cold chill ran through me. Those jewels were all bought by me at a special auction abroad. If I wasn’t mistaken, this woman was Demi’s mother, Emma’s daughter, Maureen.§
Now, I was sure. Maureen had stolen both Frances and my identities.}
Maureen was stunned by my slap, her face changing from white to red.”
“Who are you? Why did you hit me?” she demanded, then sized me up.”
When she saw my clothes and jewelry, her face twisted with jealousy.”
“That necklace–wasn’t it the one Bennett had bought for me?” she muttered under breath.”
It was supposedly Princess Diana’s favorite piece.}
“The woman in front of me looked much more expensive than she appeared.” Jealousy flickered in her eyes.”
“Recently, Bennett had barely been visiting me. So, he’d been keeping someone else!“}
Gritting her teeth, she spat, “Well, well, little slut, you’ve stolen from me, huh?“}
“What era is this? A mistress so arrogant! Do you know who this is? She’s President Martinez’s wife, Rachel Wilson!” someone chimed in. “President Bennett cherishes his wife above all else. The company’s name is after her!“}
