They were in the open, while the other party was in the dark. It was impossible to guard against everything.ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    The search for her daughter had been a private affair before Christine was identified. Very few people knew about it, and they were all reliable.


    It was unclear which link in the chain leaked information, giving the other party an opportunity.


    Yasmin thought about her attitude towards Charlotte, feeling a pang of anxiety. "If I''m wrong, then my real daughter is very likely Charlotte... right?"


    "Yes," Joanne answered straightforwardly. "Actually, don''t you think Charlotte resembles you quite a bit?"


    "Resembles in appearance?"


    "That''s one way to put it." Joanne nodded, then shifted her focus. "But the main thing is her attitude. Doesn''t she remind you of how you were when you were younger?" Yasmin frowned. "What do you mean?"


    "She''s ruthless when ites to dealing with scumbags."


    Joanne smiled. "She and Ryan have also cut tiespletely."


    Yasmin disagreed. She seemed to have thought of something, and gave a bitter smile. "She''s too gentle. She''s not as ruthless as I was back then."


    If she hadn''t been so ruthless, her own daughter... might have suffered much less.


    It was strange.


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    Thinking that her biological daughter might be Charlotte, Yasmin felt a faint glimmer of hope deep inside.


    Christine was trembling all over, sitting in front of the vanity in her bedroom. with headphones on.


    It was happening too quickly!


    Yasmin had discovered the truth far faster than she had anticipated. When she heard that Yasmin''s biological daughter might be Charlotte, she was so agitated that she identally dropped the face cream she was holding. The ck, round jar rolled across the floor for quite a distance, bumping into the wall with a "thud" before stopping.


    How could this happen?


    Why was it Charlotte again?


    Why did Charlotte have such good fortune, being both the Shaw family''s eldest daughter and Yasmin''s daughter? And what about her?


    Was she doomed to a lifetime where she couldn''t even be a substitute?


    Did she only deserve to wallow in the mud?


    She refused to ept such fate!


    She was unwilling!


    She was also resentful!


    Christine suddenly got up, frantically crawling onto the bed to carefully search for her own hair.


    Even though the servants cleaned meticulously every day, she still managed to find a few strands.


    After searching the bed, she moved to the floor, desperately looking for more, as if with a magnifying ss.


    She was afraid of missing any strand.


    While searching, her shoulders began to tremble violently, and she curled up on the floor, breaking down into silent tears. She cried silently and restrained, not daring to make a sound.


    She was so close...


    If only Yasmin had discovered this a littleter, she could have finished recording the show, and it would have aired... Being Yasmin''s daughter was a natural ma for m sive attention.


    She could have be familiar to the audience.


    At that point, even if she wasn''t Yasmin''s daughter anymore, she would still find a way to stay popr for a long time, She would get a lot of publicity even if it was bad publicity.


    But now, what was happening?


    A paternity test, which usually took only a few days, had been forced upon her before she could even finish recording the show! What should she do


    What should she do.....


    After a while, as her emotions calmed down a bit, she heard her phone on the bed vibrating incessantly.


    The caller ID showed Jack


    She suddenly saw a glimmer of hope and found a source of strength, scrambling to answer. "Hello, something''s happened!"