Chapter 301
Chapter 301
Nathan grumbled, frustrated, “So what is the mature way, then?”
“Figure it out yoursell,” Caleb said curtly, ending the conversation.
Nathan returned to his room when his phone buzzed.
Then, he saw the message: [Hey, Nathan! Aria has agreed to be a grad advisor at Manding University.
Seeing the message, Nathan smacked his forehead. “Why didn’t I think of that sooner?”
At that instant, Nathan made up his mind–he’d apply to Mandino University instead of Kanit University.
Aria and Owen stepped into the elevator and came face–to–face with two people, who were Russell and Orlando.
The four locked eyes for a tense moment, then looked away, their faces carefully blank.
Owen pressed the button for the 18th floor as the elevator began its ascent.
No one spoke; the silence was thick and unsettling.
The elevator soon arrived at the 18th floor. Aria and Owen stepped out.
Orlando watched Aria Saxon walk away, his gaze darkening with unreadable emotions.
Not long ago, they had obtained blood samples from Rachel, along with sampl
from Dominic and Alice in prison.
The test results confirmed that Rachel was biologically related to Dominic and Alice, which meant Rachel was Aria’s half–sister.
“Russell,” Orlando asked hesitantly, “should we tell Aria about Rachel’s parentage?” %
Russell shot him a sideways glance. “Why tell her? Think we could use it as a threat?”
Threatening her with this was unrealistic.
After all, Rachel was barely over a year old when she was sold off. What kind of familial bond could Aria possibly have with her?
Meanwhile, in Masmubia, golden sunlight poured through the enormous floor–to–ceiling windows, bathing the opulent living room in a warm glow.
Lounging lazily on the plush sofa in a breezy summer dress, the woman reclined with her slender legs elegantly crossed. Sunlight streamed in, making the polish on her manicured toes sparkle like tiny jewels.
Before Olivia Remar, a sixteen- or seventeen–year–old girl knelt on the floor, gently cradling the woman’s foot in both hands as she meticulously trimmed her toenails.
Suddenly, Olivia’s brows furrowed, a flash of annoyance crossing her face. She abruptly kicked the girl. “What the hell are you doing? That hurt!”
She uncrossed her legs, seized Rachel by the hair and violently yanked her head upward.
Despite her flawless makeup, Olivia’s face twisted into something ugly with anger. She glared down at Rachel and spat, “Damned mistress, was that on purpose?”
Rachel stammered, “No… no…”
Tears welled up in the girl’s eyes, but she dared not let them fall. Her voice trembled as she stammered, “I’m sorry, Ms. Remar. It’s on me, I’m truly sorry.”
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Rachel had delicate features, but a conspicuous scar on her left cheek ruined what would have been a lovely face.
Olivia extended her long, manicured nails and gently traced them over the girl’s star, her lips curling in disgust. “How repulsive, she sheared
Just then, someone burst into the room in a hurry.
A subordinate burst in, slightly out of breath and clearly nervous. “Ms. Remar, we’ve finally tracked down Mr. Nicholson’s location–he’s in Manding ca Huthailia.”
Hearing this, Olivia released Rachel’s hair, her gaze softening briefly. But as she turned to her subordinate, her eyes went cold again. “That’s it is that all you’ve got?” she demanded.
The subordinate kept his head down and replied cautiously, “It seems he’s taken a particular interest in a Huthailian girl–he’s been digging up a lot of information about her.”
Olivia sprang to her feet and snapped, “Who is she? How old is she? What’s her name?”
The subordinate obediently replied, “She’s a 23–year–old rich heiress named Aria Saxon.”
‘Twenty–three–four years younger than me,‘ Olivia thought darkly.
With a grim expression, Olivia ordered, “Make the arrangements immediately–I’m going to Huthailia!”
Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, Olivia slowly shifted her gaze down to the girl still kneeling at her feet.
Olivia stared down at Rachel condescendingly, a knowing smirk on her lips. “Oh, I almost forgot–damned mistress, you are Huthailian too, aren’t you?” She paused, then added, “Do you want to return to your homeland?”
Hearing this, Rachel instantly dropped–to her knees, pressing herself even lower. “I have no homeland,” she whispered tremulously. “I belong to you for life, Ms. Remar.”
Olivia’s expression softened slightly. “At least you know your place. Fine then, I’ll take you along. From now on… I’ll call you Rachel.”
Only in Russell’s presence would Olivia call her “Rachel“-any other time, it was always that demeaning nickname, “damned mistress“.
Rachel prostrated herself, her voice trembling with deference. “Wherever you go, Ms. Remar, I will follow.”
