“Oh, and… Ann is a human trafficker’s child. Grandma Rosie intentionally switched her with the
Larsons‘ child. It wasn’t an ident! She wanted her own granddaughter to live a life of luxury,”
Steven reported seriously.
Still reeling from shock, I picked up my phone to check the hot searches.
“Ann Larson, the heiress of the Larsons, is revealed to be the daughter of human traffickers.
“A life swapped between the false heiress Ann and the real heiress Stephany.”
“Insiders revealed: Ann led the bullying against Stephany in high school to drive the real heiress
away, with evidence of abuse exposed.”
Ann made headlines, suddenly bing famous.
Arge number of insiders suddenly emerged, revealing evidence online.
I believed that the Larsons would try to suppress the hot searches with everything they could now.
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After all, Ann was the living brand that they had carefully cultivated. She was the socialite. of the
Larsons. She was also their bargaining chip for a marriage alliance with the Greysons.
And Stephany? She was nothing but a pawn.
However, the hot searches had been continuously rising since the previous night,
seemingly impossible to suppress.
This news couldn’t have gained such momentum unless… someone with powerful backing
was supporting it.
I looked at Steven suspiciously.
He was pulling the corner of his underwear, muttering softly, “Stephie doesn’t care about
me… My wounds hurt.”
Clearly, he was feigning a sense of pity, but it still worked on me like magic.
“The doctor said you can’t get your wounds wet,” I warned softly, pulling him into the bathroom to
wipe his body with a damp towel. “If I don’t clean you up, do you n on
wandering around the house naked?”
Steven remained silent, his gaze fixed on me intently.
“Stephie, where were you?” he suddenly asked.
I rolled my eyes at him. “How could you not know where I was?”
I strongly suspected he had installed some form of surveince on me, aside from the
tracker.
Steven smiled and wrapped me in his arms. “Stephie, kiss.”
“Don’t y dumb with me,” I retorted, inwardly convinced that he had been feigning
ignorance all along.
Then again, he looked like an angel when he was with me. I simply couldn’t doubt those
eyes.
“Stephie, Ann is famous now…” He kissed the back of my neck and whispered in a low
voice, “As she wished.”
Sensing a tingling sensation spreading throughout my body, I replied, “Yeah…
Ann had always wanted to be famous. Now, her dreams finally came true.
I wondered how that scoundrel Kelvin and the Greysons felt about this.
They should be calling off the engagement soon to cut their losses, shouldn’t they?
As I was reading the negative onlinements about Ann while having my breakfast, I
almost choked on my food.
Steven patted my back, a hint of disapproval in his gesture. “Eat properly.”
I was startled. Did he just scold me?
Whenever he turned cold and distant, he exuded dominance. He gave off an air of
coolness.
However, this facade of coolness neversted more than three seconds.
“Stephie…” Steven kissed the corner of my lips. “So sweet.”
Feeling somewhat irritated, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he always took advantage of
me whenever we were at home.
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“There’s quite a show unfolding at the Larson family. I wonder if they’ve found Ann already?
I chuckled as I took a bite of my pancake.
“I hung Ann up on the beams and locked her in the garage,” I whispered to him.
Steven gazed at me with a hint of indulgence, his voice soft as he replied, “Mm–hmm, I left some for
you to y with.”
“Huh?” When I looked up at him again, he turned silent.
“Sir.” Before I could finish my breakfast, Ewan rushed in anxiously.
“The Larsons… they’re causing a scene at the Lincoln residence,” Ewan said in a hushed- tone,
eyeing my reaction.
Steven frowned indifferently as he ced a nicely shelled egg on my te. “Breakfast first.
Ewan quickly stepped back, looking apologetic.