Who Dares Claim The Heart Of My Wonderful Queen? - Chapter 277

Chapter 277:

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Katelyn stretched her wrists and admired her work with a satisfied grin. Lise’s cheeks were now evenly swollen, giving her an oddly symmetrical appearance.

“These two slaps are your lesson. If you provoke me again, expect more,” Katelyn warned.

Lise was seething with fury. Damn bitch! Bitch! Bitch! How was Katelyn still standing? She should have collapsed by now! “You’ll regret this. The Bailey family won’t let you get away with it! You’ll pay dearly!”

Hatred blazed in Lise’s eyes, sharp as an invisible knife.

Katelyn responded with a casual smile. “Maybe you should focus on dealing with those two troublemakers you hired. It’s your mess, after all.”

Lise’s eyes narrowed, and her heart raced. It felt like Katelyn could see right through her. Her anger began to subside slightly as she snapped, “They’re your relatives. Katelyn, I’m calling the police right now. If you don’t handle them, you’ll be dragged down with them.”

“Do what you feel you must. You and I both know the truth about their connection to me,” Katelyn replied coolly.

Katelyn’s gaze hardened, the chill in her eyes growing. “You orchestrated this against me. You’re setting yourself up for a long fight.”

With a knowing smile, Katelyn gave Lise a meaningful look and walked away leisurely. Katelyn was confident that she wouldn’t be the one losing sleep over tonight’s events.

She then pressed the gas pedal, speeding off. Glancing in the rearview mirror, she could still see Lise stomping her foot and cursing in fury. Her smile grew even wider.

Having dealt with the situation, Katelyn looked forward to a peaceful night’s sleep at home. The next morning, she woke up to headlines blaring about Lise’s midnight confrontation with the old woman, calling security to handle a domestic dispute over the house. Lise was not one to suffer in silence.

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Katelyn learned what happened last night through the gossip circulating in the media.

The four security guards did their best to persuade the old woman and the man to open the door, but to no avail. The two simply ignored them.

In the end, despite the police being called, the old woman insisted that the house didn’t belong to Lise. She kept claiming that she was on her deathbed and, being elderly, evaded the authorities’ attempts to intervene. The negotiations dragged on without much progress.

In this confrontation, Lise was the one who ended up defeated. The two were unyielding and paid no attention to the backlash online. However, Lise still had to be concerned about her already tarnished reputation.

Katelyn leaned back against her bed, nearly laughing out loud. Villains were indeed each other’s best opponents. Lise was good at exploiting others’ morals, but she was helpless when faced with people like the old woman. At that moment, Katelyn felt a sense of satisfaction.

Then, unexpectedly, she received a document from Vincent.

With a mix of curiosity and skepticism, Katelyn opened it, only to discover it contained comprehensive details about the old woman and the man—everything from their ages and addresses to other personal data.

Katelyn’s expression grew serious. The old woman’s story wasn’t entirely fabricated. Her daughter-in-law had been a nurse at the private hospital where Sharon had her baby, and that nurse had indeed passed away from an illness a few years ago.

Katelyn gripped her phone tighter. Could they actually be her family? Or had Lise orchestrated this by finding two people with perfect backgrounds to fit her scheme?

If the paternity test confirmed their relation, combined with this background, everyone would be convinced of a genuine familial connection.

Vincent texted her, saying, “This is too coincidental. There must be more to this story. I’ve already asked Samuel to look into it.”

Katelyn responded, “Okay, thanks, Mr. Adams.”

Vincent quickly replied, “I saw today’s news. They’re utterly shameless. If you need a safe place, you’re welcome to use one of the houses I own.”

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