Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again

Chapter 409 The Results

Having spun the story out as well as she could, Rina took a deep breath to compose herself before she added, “Mom, Dad, I’m sorry that I lied about not recognizing them from the photograph, but you have to understand that these are the same people who hurt and terrorized me all my life. I never wanted to bring them up because doing so would only remind me of those dark days, so—”

“Stop, Rina, you don’t have to say anything else,” Julia sobbed; she was beside herself with grief as she pulled Rina into her arms.

After he heard the story, Titus’ expression softened and the menacing look with which he regarded Rina was replaced with a gentle one.

It was plain to see that the narrative she created was persuasive enough to ease the suspicion in his heart, but as a result, Hal and Greta were completely outraged.

Hal, in particular, shuddered with fury as he snapped, “Don’t bullsh*t your way through this, Taylor! You little b*tch, when did I ever say you weren’t my biological daughter? When the hell did I ever hide some necklace from you?”

“You’re making up dirty lies about us!” Greta shouted alongside her husband, her eyes bloodshot. We see what’s happening here. Looks like this little brat has every intention of disowning us as parents! That’s why she created a non-existent background for herself!

Neither one of them had ever thought their daughter would be so bold and ambitious as to spin such a huge web of lies.

Casting Hal and Greta’s thoughts aside, Zane was just as surprised by the narrative and his face was more somber than it had ever looked. He narrowed his eyes and grimly appraised Rina. This woman is sharper than I thought. She actually turned the odds in her favor with just a few lines!

As it turned out, he and Sonia had underestimated Rina when they thought she might slip up and expose herself. Looks like our decision was wrong from the very beginning!

“Nice going, Taylor.” Zane clapped his hands slowly, eyeing Rina as he drawled sarcastically, “You really do have a way with words, seeing as how you’ve managed to convince President Gray that you’re speaking the truth.”

Rina lowered her gaze to hide the spite in her eyes. She knew that he was trying to reignite Titus and Julia’s suspicion, but unfortunately for Zane, she wasn’t going to give him the chance.

Titus and Julia’s sleeves. “Mom, Dad, I think Miss Reed and her friends are determined to prove me as an impostor. They’ll keep insisting that I am Hal and Greta’s daughter no matter what we

each other before they nodded. “Very well, then. That’s more sensible,”

Zane frowned.

Sonia answered after pursing

exclaimed, “That’s bold of

her fingers lightly against the armrest of the wheelchair and mused gravely, “Yeah,

daughter, so there had to be a reason why she was so confident in giving a sample

Rina’s confidence was Toby, who narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Sonia. He parted

a hush fell over the room and even Hal and Greta cowered to one side. They dared not utter a single word, at least not while the tension thickened as the rich folks stood in silence. Speaking

the laboratory opened and Wanda walked out with Keiran. Falling in step next to them was another employee, who carried a folder in his hand. Needless to say, everyone knew exactly what was in that

and Julia rose to their feet and

couldn’t see what was going on, but she picked up Titus’ question just fine. She quickly patted the wheelchair armrest and urged, “Zane, those are the DNA test results that could determine whether Taylor is Titus and Julia’s daughter. Go and take a

answer when Toby beat him to the results, crossing over to the room with grim resolve. He wanted to know for sure whether Sonia was Titus and Julia’s

grab the document from the employee and had only just touched the edge of it when

spun to look at the person who had the courage to snatch the document, but the anger on his face

had to tread carefully around the Fullers, and

think? You’re on Sonia’s side, which means there’s no telling what you might do with

using my own words against me? She thought about how she had accused his

as she argued, “I think you’re a little paranoid, President Gray. Between a document and a thin strand of hair, the latter

think President Fuller is a wizard or something who

he was a mood lamp. The sight of it was almost comical. As he realized that he could never win an argument with them, he decided to preserve what remained of