At the Southall residence.

The entire place was set up for a birthday party.

Shandie Southall, who was wearing the latest season’s dress from LV, was surrounded by socialites buttering her up.

"Shandie, your dress is beautiful! It’s like a milky way."

"This is the dress from LV’s spring edition, isn’t it? I couldn’t even rent it, but you actually managed to buy it! Your dad is so nice to you!"

"Happy birthday, Shandie.I heard Sam Sleight has offered you a role.You’re definitely going to be the most popular actress of the year.Don’t forget about us when you become famous."

"Who cares about the entertainment industry? Shannie’s just there for fun.Who is she? She’s Shandie Moore.It’s so easy for her to be famous."

Concealing the glee in her eyes, Shandie uttered, "Thank you very much.Let me go and check when the cake’s coming."

When Shandie returned to the mansion, she nearly collided with her mother, who was heading toward the outside.

"Mom."

Lowering her voice, she whispered to Cindy Moore.

"Has my cousin’s men returned yet? It’s my twentieth birthday today.I don’t want others to find out that our family has a girl who was kidnapped by human traffickers."

Lovingly tidying the edge of Shandie’s skirt, Cindy murmured, "No news is good news.Don’t worry.She won’t be able to come back.Even if she does, the traffickers had sold her to some faraway village.What can a country bumpkin like her do?"

Shandie nodded in agreement.

In fact, a part of her hoped that the country bumpkin would be able to return.

That way, she would be able to relish the fact that she was the true daughter of a wealthy family.

"Bad news, Mrs.Southall," the housekeeper cried out as she rushed in.

"A Nightshire helicopter landed on the lawn outside.

"The Nightshires?" Shandie’s eyes lit up.

"Mom, say, do you think Dad invited Vinson Nightshire?" Cindy was surprised as well.

Although the Southalls were running one of the top businesses in the country, and they were one of the prominent families in Jadeborough, the Nightshires were one of the top families in the world.

Vinson Nightshire was the heir of the Nightshire Group, and the Southalls still did not have the capability of inviting Vinson to their daughter’s birthday party.

Maybe Vinson thinks that the business deal with our family is important?

 "Let’s have a look."

Cindy was perplexed, but it was a pleasant surprise for her.

with the

mother and daughter touched up their makeup, they then excitedly

group of nouveau riche

socialites crowded around her with jealous

you actually invited the Nightshires! You’re

as this? I should’ve

smiled, but in her mind,

Nightshires are here for

makeup? I must have

to be Mrs.Nightshire soon! Right

watched in anticipation, a young woman in ragged clothes jumped down from

young woman whose

see how she originally looked

her hair was in a tangled mess as if she had not washed her head

"What…"

to look at

began mocking, "Shannie, is this

over and questioned, "Who are you? Who do you think you are to

"Birthday party?"

Arielle realized who

Cindy’s adopted daughter, but the detective had told her that Shandie was actually Cindy and Henrick’s illegitimate

alive, but he’s holding a birthday

am I?" Arielle stared at

"I am your father."

"You—"

as Shandie was about to lose her temper, Arielle

to watch the scene unfold.When Shandie came back

country bumpkin, huh? Fortunately, Cindy was smarter than her daughter, for she

been waiting for you

Arielle’s lips curled.

it’s been

the smile on her lips, her tone

father? My father married my aunt? What nonsense is this? Something

guests began whispering

used to

be Ms.Moore, who was kidnapped by human

family.Once

"That actually happened? Seriously…"

flooded Cindy’s mind.She cleared her throat and muttered, "Darling, as long as you’re back.I’ll

came from the countryside.It

about to speak, a low

"Hey."

immediately turned to the owner of

helicopter, they stiffened.It was Vinson.It was Vinson, whose

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