The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 148

After ending the call with Lucy, Paisley opened Whatand transferred smoney to a contact. She texted:

[Thank you.]

The recipient replied: [It's what | should do.]

The recipient was a maid working at the Vanderbilt estate, someone Paisley had once helped.

Earlier, on her way to the Vanderbilt estate, Paisley had contacted her and sent the dashboard camera footage.

The maid was the one who cast the video onto the Vanderbilt Manor's living room TV and hid the two remote

controls.

Paisley wanted to fully expose Marissa's crimes-not only did she want the entire Vanderbilt family to see it, but

she made sure everyone had a copy. That way, even if Marissa destroyed the TV, everyone else would still see

the evidence.

Lucy worked efficiently. By that evening, Paisley had moved with Maria and Serena to a new place. It was in

Harrowfell's oldest, most exclusive, and expensive villa district.

Paisley had bought a villa here when she was first acknowledged by the Sullivan family. Back then, the Sullivan

family couldn't even afford a bathroom in this area.

She had originally planned to move her whole family here. But the harsh reality prevented her from fulfilling that

wish.

Her so-called biological parents treated her worse than strangers, so even after she left the Sullivan family,

Gregory and Christina never knew about this property.

Later, when she married Dominick and moved into his house, followed by their luxurious mountaintop villa, she

gradually forgot about this place. It was only after returning to Harrowfell that she remembered it again.

However, with only the three of them, the villa was indeed too large. Maria didn't like big houses either, feeling

they lacked warmth and liveliness.

That was why Paisley had initially chosen the top floor of an old residential building-because Maria thought it had

a lively atmosphere and was close to the market and supermarket.

"This house is too big. It'll be a hassle to clean." Maria held Serena while walking around the yard. "But this

garden is nice. | can plant svegetables here and flowers over there."

"Plant whatever you like," Paisley smiled as she pushed open the door.

The entire villa had been professionally cleaned that afternoon. But sareas still needed their personal touch,

as no one had lived there since Paisley bought it.

"Alright, I'll check out the supermarket tomorrow and buy sthings." Maria set Serena down, letting the little

one run around the yard.

"Maria, you don't have to clean this place yourself. You can hire a cleaning team regularly, or | can hire a few

people for you to manage, just like we did in Brightmoor."

Maria waved her hand. "No need to hire anyone. We won't be living here for long anyway. I'll do what I can, and if

I can't, I'll get someone else. Don't worry, I've got the household covered."

With Maria around, Paisley felt at ease.

"It's a pity, though. I really liked our old place. | got along well with the neighbors. Moving here all of a sudden. |

wonder if I'll find anyone to talk to." Maria gazed out the floor-to-ceiling window.

Although this was a villa district, there were only eight villas in total. These villas weren't all the seither. The

two outermost ones were the least expensive, while the scenery and house designs improved the further in you

went, along with their prices.

Paisley's villa was the most expensive in the area, and only one other villa nearby matched its price. However,

that villa remained completely dark at night, with no lights on in the courtyard, leaving it shrouded in eerie

darkness. It gave off a spooky vibe.

"Paisy, is that villa empty, or hasn't it been sold?" Maria asked, unfamiliar with the property market in Harrowfell.

"Unsold? Impossible," Lucy chimed in cheerfully as she walked over, placing down the items in her hands. "This

is the most exclusive villa district in Harrowfell. So many wealthy families dream of owning a hhere not for

the house itself, but because it's a status symbol."

Of course, Lucy's definition of wealthy didn't include families like the Vanderbilts or Beaumonts, old- money

dynasties with grand ancestral estates. They didn't need villas to showcase their wealth.

"I did sdigging before, but all | learned is that the owner of that villa is from Montera. Just like our professor,

they bought the property but never moved in."

Hearing this, Maria's excitement deflated. It seemed she'd have to endure sboredom for a while longer.

"Paisy, when does your production start filming?" Maria asked impatiently. The sooner it started, the sooner they

could finish and return to Brightmoor, leaving the chaos of Harrowfell behind.

Paisley understood Maria's urgency. "You're right, this can't be delayed any longer."

The Sullivan family had the backing of a financial powerhouse even Gary couldn't touch, let alone identify.

Relying on him alone wouldn't solve the problem. She would have to step in herself.

Though she had wanted to stay far away from the Sullivans, she had no choice but to start there.

The next day, Dominick arrived at Paisley's villa with Grayson in tow. Standing before the familiar door, he felt an

almost surreal sense of nostalgia.

The last the was here, he had replaced a bathroom lightbulb for her, and she had warned him to be careful.

Everything had felt so peaceful and harmonious back then.

If only he hadn't been interrupted by a call from Marissa that day, things would be different now.

The thought that he and Paisley might have had a different future if not for his own mistakes filled Dominick with

an unbearable bitterness.

"Dad, why aren't you knocking?" Grayson asked eagerly.

He was desperate to see his mom and Serena, to play with them at the nearby park and hear his mom talk about

the flowers and plants.

Dominick raised his hand to knock but hesitated, lowering it repeatedly. He was scared-scared of seeing Paisley's

cold, distant face, scared of hearing her say heartless words to him.

"Dad!" Grayson shouted, then knocked on the door himself without waiting for Dominick.

But after three knocks, there was no response. Growing anxious, Grayson knocked three more times, calling out,

"Mom, Dad and | are here to see you!"

Still, no one cto the door.

Just then, the neighboring door opened. "Who are you?"