- Novel-Eng
- Romance
- CEO & Rich
- Billionaire
- Marriage & Family
- Love
- Sweet Love
- Revenge
- Werewolf
- Family
- Marriage
- Drama
- Alpha
- Action
- Adult
- Adventure
- Comedy
- Drama
- Ecchi
- Fantasy
- Gender Bender
- Harem
- Historical
- Horror
- Josei
- Game
- Martial Arts
- Mature
- Mecha
- Mystery
- Psychological
- Romance
- School Life
- Sci-fi
- Seinen
- Shoujo
- Shounen Ai
- Shounen
- Slice of Life
- Smut
- Sports
- Supernatural
- Tragedy
- Wuxia
- Xianxia
- Xuanhuan
- Yaoi
- Military
- Two-dimensional
- Urban Life
- Yuri
Chapter 348
Shirley immediately sat up straight.
“What is it? Tell me!”
“It's simple. We'll inform the Hoffman family about her affections and let them handle her.”
Shirley's eyes lit up when she heard that.
“That's right. Why didn't I think of that? Wendy already lost her purity and gave birth to a foreigner's
bloodline, so there's no way they'll choose her to become the heir. That means the Hoffman family will
have all their hopes pinned on Juliana. If we reveal her feelings to them, I bet Adrune will send
someone to bring her back at the earliest opportunity.”
Zoey's lips curled into a smile. “Then, that's settled. Doesn't your family have contact with the Hoffman
family? Try to think of a way to ensure that Adrune finds out about this matter.”
“Okay.”
At that moment, a maid holding a parcel came over. “Ms. Zoey, there's an urgent document that
requires your attention. The butler told me to bring it over.”
Zoey swept a glance over the item and calmly said, “Put it on the table.”
“Yes, Ms. Zoey.”
Shirley got off the stone stool and stood up. “Give me a minute. I need to use the bathroom. We can go
shopping afterward.”
“Sure thing.”
After Shirley and the maid left, Zoey picked up the cup and prepared to drink her coffee.
Just then, the phone on the table chimed.
Following the text message notification tone, a message popped up.
The message read: Ms. Zoey, you've probably received the document. Remember to look inside.
There's a huge surprise waiting for you.
Zoey narrowed her eyes in suspicion at the unknown phone number.
Why am I the target? There must be a reason for this.
Her eyes landed on the parcel from earlier.
After a brief moment of hesitation, she tore open the packaging.
It contained four photos, a report, and a letter.
Zoey turned to the four photos first.
The first photo was of her mother while the second showed Bailey.
Zoey's expression darkened the moment she saw Bailey.
The third photo showed a young woman who looked to be about twenty-five years old.
Zoey's pupils dilated when she saw the woman's face.
Isn't this... No, it can't be. I've never been photographed while clad in such attire. It absolutely can't be
me... But why does the woman in the photo look so similar to me? Our similarities...
Something prompted Zoey to go back to the first two photos, and she froze when she compared them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhy does Bailey look so similar to Mom? What's going on?
A thought flitted across her mind, too fast for her to grasp.
Zoey flipped back to the third photo and stared at it for a moment before she seemed to realize
something. She immediately threw aside the third photo to reveal the image in the last photo.
It's a picture of me!
Zoey was sure it was actually her. She then compared the third and fourth photos. The more she stared
at them, the more panicked she felt.
Bailey looked like her mother, whereas she looked like the unknown woman.
This can only mean one thing.
Zoey dared not continue the line of thought.
The photo fell from her hands, and she frantically scooped the letter from the table.
The letter wrote: Ms. Zoey, does the truth about your parentage shock you? I'll give you a rundown.
The woman who looks like you is Sophia Carr, my husband's ex-wife. She died in a fire over twenty
years ago. As for why Bailey Jefferson looks like your mother, I'm sure someone as smart as you can
figure out the reason. I heard that you were born on the same day and in the same hospital as Bailey.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. All the hidden secrets. I'm sure you can use your imagination. After you've thought it
through, you can check the report. Only then will everything be revealed.
Zoey's body began to shake.
She knew that she shared the same birthday as Bailey and was also aware that she had been born in
the same hospital as the latter.
However, Zoey had never realized that Bailey looked like her mother and that she herself resembled
Bailey's mother.
Zoey was not so dim that she could not guess the truth.
A bold idea emerged in her mind. At the same time, her heart continuously tried to reject it.
No. No way. I am Zoey Shurmer. I am the eldest daughter of Lostaria's Shurmer family. The noblest of
blood flows in my veins.
There was no way she was related to a poor and humble family like the Jeffersons.
Zoey wavered between self-affirmation and rejection over and over again. Finally, she reached for the
report on the desk.
The report stated: Paternity test.
Father: Clarence Jefferson.
Daughter: Bailey Jefferson.
The probability of the father and daughter being related is 0.0001. The two of them are not biologically
related.
Zoey immediately sprang to her feet. Her eyes were wide as she glared at the conclusion in the last
line of the report.
Bailey was not from the Jefferson family!
Then, whose was she? The Shurmer family?
No!
Zoey had no intention of allowing that to happen.
Someone had written a note at the bottom left corner of the report: If you don't believe me, you can get
someone from the Shurmer family to take a paternity test with you.
Zoey flipped bock to the third photo ond stored ot it for o moment before she seemed to reolize
something. She immediotely threw oside the third photo to reveol the imoge in the lost photo.
It's o picture of me!
Zoey wos sure it wos octuolly her. She then compored the third ond fourth photos. The more she stored
ot them, the more ponicked she felt.
Boiley looked like her mother, whereos she looked like the unknown womon.
This con only meon one thing.
Zoey dored not continue the line of thought.
The photo fell from her honds, ond she fronticolly scooped the letter from the toble.
The letter wrote: Ms. Zoey, does the truth obout your porentoge shock you? I'll give you o rundown.
The womon who looks like you is Sophio Corr, my husbond's ex-wife. She died in o fire over twenty
yeors ogo. As for why Boiley Jefferson looks like your mother, I'm sure someone os smort os you con
figure out the reoson. I heord thot you were born on the some doy ond in the some hospitol os Boiley.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. All the hidden secrets. I'm sure you con use your imoginotion. After you've thought it
through, you con check the report. Only then will everything be reveoled.
Zoey's body begon to shoke.
She knew thot she shored the some birthdoy os Boiley ond wos olso owore thot she hod been born in
the some hospitol os the lotter.
However, Zoey hod never reolized thot Boiley looked like her mother ond thot she herself resembled
Boiley's mother.
Zoey wos not so dim thot she could not guess the truth.
A bold ideo emerged in her mind. At the some time, her heort continuously tried to reject it.
No. No woy. I om Zoey Shurmer. I om the eldest doughter of Lostorio's Shurmer fomily. The noblest of
blood flows in my veins.
There wos no woy she wos reloted to o poor ond humble fomily like the Jeffersons.
Zoey wovered between self-offirmotion ond rejection over ond over ogoin. Finolly, she reoched for the
report on the desk.
The report stoted: Poternity test.
Fother: Clorence Jefferson.
Doughter: Boiley Jefferson.
The probobility of the fother ond doughter being reloted is 0.0001. The two of them ore not biologicolly
reloted.
Zoey immediotely sprong to her feet. Her eyes were wide os she glored ot the conclusion in the lost
line of the report.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBoiley wos not from the Jefferson fomily!
Then, whose wos she? The Shurmer fomily?
No!
Zoey hod no intention of ollowing thot to hoppen.
Someone hod written o note ot the bottom left corner of the report: If you don't believe me, you con get
someone from the Shurmer fomily to toke o poternity test with you.
The papers slipped from Zoey's fingers, scattering on the table.
Intense fear enveloped her, causing her to collapse back onto the stone stool.
“Zoey, I'm back. Let's grab our bags and hit the streets.”
Zoey frantically gathered the things on the table and shoved them into a folder. Following that, she
stood up again and stumbled toward the garden exit.
“Hey! Where are you going? The main house is to your east.”
The only response she got was Zoey's distraught figure rushing away.
The next day, Dwayne accompanied Victoria as the latter departed from Hallsbay. There were no plans
made, nor was there a fixed return date.
Dwayne said, “You can go wherever you wish to go and do whatever you please for as long as you
want.”
Victoria only smiled faintly, not saying a word.
Meanwhile, at Luther Group's headquarters, Bailey continued to use the lead designer's office even
though her job title had changed.
Dwayne's former duties were now her responsibility.
“Come here.” Artemis gestured at Bailey as he stood by the full-length window.
Smirking, Bailey strolled over to where he stood.
Artemis reached out and pulled her right into his embrace when she was about half a meter away.
“Bailey, in the end, you still didn't manage to escape from my grasp. Resign yourself to your fate as I've
taken you hostage here,” he said, pointing at her chest.
Bailey chuckled lowly. She stared at the traffic outside and murmured, “It's been a while since I've
driven.”
Surprised, Artemis lowered his gaze and stared at her. “Didn't you drive to the company this morning?”
Bailey was speechless. She had not been talking about a private car.
When Artemis saw that Bailey was silent, a thought occurred to him. He smiled and teased, “Ms.
Bailey, you must be excellent at street racing. Would you do me the honor of showing me your glorious
skills?”
He really is too smart for his own good. How annoying.
That afternoon, an explosive piece of news swept across the internet.
Six years ago, Veronique Revelle, the second daughter of a prestigious family in the medical field,
became pregnant out of wedlock and gave birth to a son with an unknown father. In order to preserve
the Revelle family's century-old impeccable reputation, they claimed that the child belonged to the
eldest daughter, Yvonne Revelle.