When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

Chapter 9 Her Brother Made Hot Pot

Not very peaceful!

Jean wasn’t sure what Sofia meant by that. But the girl continued, “Whatever you do, don’t go near the art building. Lacey and Deon both got into something dangerous over there.”

Lacey and Deon?

Weren’t those the two who bullied her today?

That was great news!

Whoever was lurking in the art building doing the Lord’s work deserved a medal.

Jean’s face–relaxed, her expression casual. “Really…? What kind of danger?”

“It happened last month,” Sofia explained, her brows still tightly furrowed. “School hadn’t started yet. The two of them came to campus with a few others to hang out and something happened in the art building. The school covered it up, so not many people know.”

“Then how do you know?” Jean asked.

Sofia sighed, clearly reluctant. “My uncle works as a security guard here.”

Sofia came from an ordinary background. She got into Stellarford Academy entirely on the strength of her grades–though her uncle being on staff didn’t hurt.

Her uncle was a talker. Always rambling about school gossip and rumors.

He’d let this one slip by accident.

It wasn’t like she wanted to know, okay?

“You’re not afraid I’ll spread it around?” Jean raised an eyebrow.

Sofia just shrugged. “There’s no such thing as a real secret. Everything comes out eventually. Sooner or later. But you’re the only person I’ve told.”

Jean’s eyes lit up, clearly intrigued. “Then tell me–what exactly happened to Lacey and Deon in the art building?”

Sofia shook her head. “I don’t know… my uncle wouldn’t tell me.”

In fact, he’d been tight–lipped about the whole thing. He hadn’t shared a single detail.

All he’d said was-

It was creepy. He didn’t want her having nightmares, so he left it at that.

But today, both Lacey and Deon had shown up to school like nothing had happened. They looked totally normal. No weird behavior, no aftereßects,

really that serious? Sohan

couldn’t help but doubt it

can found herself thinking too

elt hår a lot of strange secrets were hiding just beneath the surface.

That badge from the mysterious Voice of God group, the perfectly polished but oddly charged atmosphere of Stellarford Academy.

She was supposed to be in a feel–good, badass female lead novel, right?

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After school.

The Bentley was parked at the usual spot. Jean, backpack in hand, hustled to the curb and climbed in.

When she got home, the moment she stepped inside

She saw Dominic’s tall figure standing in the entryway.

“Dominic?”

She blinked in surprise. You’re home early?”

n was

Dominic was always swamped with work. He left before dawn and came back after dark. Seeing him home while the sun was still up was enough to throw her off.

“I got a call

from the

principal today, so I left early,” Dominic said, eyes fixed steadily on his little sister.

His expression was unreadable. There was pressure in the crease between his brows, a cold edge in his voice, and something darker lurking underneath.

-You never tell me anything about what’s going on at school”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Dominic seemed to realize something. His gaze shifted slightly,

He didn’t really have the right to say that

After all, he’d ignored her for so long. Never showed interest. Never checked in.

If she didn’t feel like opening up to him, it was perfectly reasonable.

The weight of that truth made his frown deepen.

Jean scrunched her mouth.→

Wow, Dominic’s acting like he actually cares. I’m so touched… but let’s be real, he’s still head over heels for that Lawson family princess. I’m just a random little sister he happened to pick up along the way.

While she was deep in thought, Dominic suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

His usually cold and stoic face cracked slightly. He looked almost exasperated.

He truly had no idea what kind of nonsense his sister’s brain was churning out all day.

He hadn’t even met Selena yet.

Even if–like Jean claimed–he ended up involved with her in the future..

Did that mean he had to fall in love with her?

Dominic led Jean into the dining room, and she immediately spotted the steaming hot pot bubbling in the middle of the table, surrounded by plates and plates of sliced beef.

Who Can this guy read my mind or something? How did he know I was craving hot pot.. and thin–cut beef, toot!

Domine turned his head slightly and gave her a quiet look.

The truth was, he could hear what she was thinking

The two of them sat facing each other

Jean couldn’t wait. She grabbed a handled of beef slices and dumped them in–but she used too much forçë,

Chapter 9 Her Brother Made Hot Pot

Jean’s heart skipped a beat. Her hand trembled, and her fork almost slipped from her grip.

Oh no. That look. He wants to throw me into the pot

Dominic froze in the middle of wiping himself off

Jean hit her lip and gave him the saddest, most pitiful look she could manage. “Dominic, I didn’t mean to

He kept wiping his shirt, his voice neutral. “It’s fine.

Jean looked even more miserable. “I know you’re mad”

Dominic, “I’m not

Jean said. “Yes, you are,”

Dominic was speechless.

The handsome man suddenly looked up. Without warning, he reached out and-

Gently flicked her on the nose.

She blinked. And realized there was a shiny streak of red oil now sitting right on the tip of her nose.

Jean was speechless.

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“There. Now we’re even.” Dominic looked at her greasy, glistening nose–his handiwork–and for once, there was a rare flicker of amusement in his eyes.

Jean pouted.

Fine. Whatever makes you happy. As long as you’re not t

throwing me into the po

Dominic’s lips curved in the faintest hint of a smile, like a flower blooming in the cold.

the first time Jean had seen him smile like i

that.

He still had some od stains on his face, which made his normally untouchable aura feel just a little more human

Whenever Jean w

around Dominic, she always felt tense. He was the cold.”

boss type–hard to read, harder to

But right

the seniled back at him.

They didn’t say anything else and started rating

Halfway dưunghi, Jean suddenly thought of Winston.

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