"The Billionaire Can Read My Mind: My Runaway Wife is a Mystic" Chapter 45
Chapter 45: The Little Sister of the North Family
Evangeline Frost shook her head. "It's nothing."
In her ear, Seren Thorne’s voice continued: {Usually, Mr. and Mrs. Moore act so affectionate that everyone thinks they are a model couple. In reality, Mr. Moore has a whole line of mistresses outside—they go all the way up to number thirty-seven—and he has over a dozen sons and daughters.}
{Even the so-called 'fake heiress' Jasmine is actually a daughter born to Mr. Moore and one of his mistresses. Poor Mrs. Moore has been deceived her entire life, always believing her husband truly loved her and their daughter. In the end, just two days after Mr. Moore dies of cancer, those mistresses will all jump out with their illegitimate children and carve up the Moore family assets until nothing is left.}
{According to the plot of the book, the male lead would eventually help the female lead clean up those ambitious illegitimate children. But now that the 'marriage line' between the leads is broken, the female lead has lost that protection. Relying only on herself and Mrs. Moore to get the money back will likely be difficult.}
{I just wonder if Alaric Vane, that devoted 'simp,' will help the female lead chase the money back.}
Alaric Vane: Quietly eating melon, do not cue me, thank you.
Evangeline Frost never expected that the biological father her mother described as upright, brave, and full of integrity was actually such a man. Aside from shock, her heart was filled with rage. She prepared to tell Mrs. Moore this news as soon as possible.
{Eh? Why has Mrs. Moore’s fate changed too? Tonight, she is going to pull the plug on Mr. Moore’s oxygen and let him kick the bucket directly. She’ll have the scumbag cremated before those illegitimate children even show up at the door, making it impossible for them to claim paternity.}
{Tsk, as expected of the old elite families; she’s ruthless and decisive enough.}
Mr. Moore had been diagnosed with cancer early this year and had been bedridden for months, with company affairs temporarily managed by Mrs. Moore. In their brief interactions over the past few days, Mrs. Moore had always seemed like a gentle yet capable woman to Evangeline; she hadn't expected her to be capable of killing her husband.
However, despite knowing what Mrs. Moore planned to do, Evangeline had no intention of stopping her. Since Mr. Moore had raised so many mistresses and bastards, if he kicked the bucket, so be it—it was what he deserved.
But now was not the time to speak of it, so Evangeline kept quiet and silently followed the group into the house.
At this time, Sebastian North was already waiting in the living room. He had been waiting for Seren Thorne, so he was surprised to see so many people following her.
The moment Jasmine saw Sebastian, her eyes reddened and she lunged toward him. "Sebastian, it was indeed wrong of me to pretend to be your savior, but I only did it because I love you so much. Won't you forgive me just this once?"
Feeling his arm grabbed by Jasmine, Sebastian frowned in disgust. His first reaction wasn't to push her away immediately, but to instinctively glance over at Seren Thorne.
Seren didn't notice his gaze, but Alaric Vane caught it sharply. He immediately reached out, wrapped his arm around Seren’s waist, and pulled her into his chest. He gave Sebastian a warning look, like a fierce beast asserting its territory.
Seeing Alaric’s hand on Seren’s waist, Sebastian felt an inexplicable sense of discomfort. But she was someone else's wife after all, so he didn't dwell on it and slowly withdrew his gaze.
Seren was busy "eating melon" and watching Jasmine's theatrics when a large hand suddenly appeared on her waist. She twisted uncomfortably and pushed at Alaric.
"So many eyes are watching, what are you doing? Let go!"
{The female lead is standing right there watching; does the 'dog man' not want a wife anymore?}
Alaric glanced at her sideways. "Let them watch if they want. There's nothing wrong with me holding my own wife."
Seren was never as strong as him; unable to break free, she could only give up.
{Dog man, you're calling me 'wife' now, but when you can't win over the female lead later, you'll regret this!}
While they were bickering, Sebastian had already pushed Jasmine away. After distancing himself from her, Sebastian turned back to Seren and said:
"Mrs. Vane, I have some private matters to handle for the moment. I must ask you and Mr. Vane to move to the garden outside and wait a moment."
Seeing Jasmine’s look—one that suggested she would never agree to cancel the engagement—Seren knew they would likely be talking for quite a while, so she agreed.
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