Summer was on pins and needles, hoping Mark coulde up with a solution. Even if it was just to buy some time.


    Over the phone, Mark''s voice turned icy, "What''s the trouble?"


    His gut was telling him this was no small matter. It was rare for Summer to be this rattled.


    Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Summer double-checked the door was locked before she started piecing her story together, "Be''s getting suspicious of me!"


    "No, wait..." She paused, shaking her head in confusion. "It''s not just suspicion. She''s nning to do a DNA test again!"


    Thinking about it, she couldn''t help but admire the man on the other end of the line.


    After Be started getting suspicious, Summer thought she had everything under control.


    But it was Mark who reminded her to always stay on her toes.


    He even suggested installing bugs in the study and Be''s bedroom when they moved into the mansion.


    Just in case something came up and they were caught off guard.


    She had just installed a bug under the desk in the study that morning while the maid was out for groceries and Be was out for her morning jog. Listening in was just a test to check the bug''s effectiveness.


    And now, it seemed like a stroke of luck, a desperate chance to turn things around.


    Mark''s frustration was palpable, "Why would she start doubting you out of the blue? Don''t tell me you did something foolish to tip her off!"


    "Impossible!"


    Summer was confident it wasn''t her fault. After a moment of mulling it over, it hit her. "It''s Jane! She visited once and must have talked about something with Be!"


    Mark''s voice darkened. "Has Be taken any of your hair yet?"


    "Not yet." Summer shook her head. "She''s probably worried that if I really am her daughter, going through with a DNA test openly might hurt me. They n to sneak into my room to get my hair while I''m away.


    Hearing this, Mark slightly rxed. That was indeed a workaround.


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    Even the hair used for the DNA testst year, Mark had personally flown to France under the pretext of visiting Jane, and brought it back from her house.


    Despite Jane keeping her distance, making him feel frustrated and annoyed, he couldn''t deny that Jane''s trust in him was unique.


    After a moment of contemtion, Mark''s voice was ice-cold, "Then you better keep your eyes peeled and clean up any traces of your hair."


    "...You''re making it way too simple!"


    Summer objected, "Even if I clean up all my hair before I leave tomorrow, what about when I''m at the studio? You know better than I do that Be I could easily get the studio staff to snag a couple of strands of my hair. This won''t buy us much time!"


    Everyone in the industry wanted to curry favor with Be.


    It was as simple as making a phone call.


    And Summer couldn''t possibly pick up after herself every moment; something was bound to slip through the cracks.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    Mark''sugh was cold, "Buying a few days is all we need."


    "Really?"


    Summer felt a bit calmer, reassured by his confidence, but then she changed the subject, "Is Jane really Be''s daughter?"


    She hoped not! She couldn''t believe all the luck could fall to one person.


    Unexpectedly, Mark didn''t bother hiding the truth. "Yes. So, if you can''t hold the fort for these few days, then Jane will be recognized as her daughter." "No way!" Summer suddenly lost it, her voice a mix of rage and desperation as she stormed into the bathroom to ssh water on her face. Envy twisted her further, pushing her to say something drastic, "Can''t we make her leave, just like before... Keep her away from Be''s sight."