Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 529 That question of how the DNA report could have come back as a match was one Diana had already considered long ago. She had even discussed it with Leon. His explanation had been cautious and vague. "There's always a margin of error in genetic testing. Mistakes can happen." But then he had added another possibility-one that made far too much sense. Maybe the sample itself had been swapped. Maybe Penelope and Megan already knew who the real Vee was. Maybe they had prepared a fake specimen ahead of time and bribed someone inside the testing center to make the exchange.

After all, who had physically delivered the samples to the lab? Leon himself. And who else could have tampered with them if not someone close to him, like his secretary? Diana had no intention of exposing his little affair. She was done caring about such things and certainly wasn't about to waste energy fighting with a man she was about to divorce, especially over a secretary. She had bigger problems now and didn't have time to explain her suspicions to James. "Figure it out yourself," she said curtly. At her assistant's cue, she hung up and strode into the conference room.

Just before crossing the threshold, she stopped mid-step, turned sharply, and dialed another number. "Duncan? You're at the old estate, right? Good. Do me a favor. Pull up the security footage from Grandpa's birthday party. "Yes, from the moment Leon arrived to collect the DNA samples. I want every angle from the first floor. Copy everything and send it to my email." Then it hit her-the swap might not have happened at the lab at all. It might have happened right under their noses. The most dangerous kind of deception was the kind that hid in plain sight.

moving-nothing could spoil her mood. Everything finally felt right. She wasn't a burden to Julian. She wasn't dragging him down with her past. It was a relief. At a red light, she rested one hand

Caller ID showed "Jules" now instead of "Brother." She answered immediately, but the voice on the other end wasn't Julian's. "Ms. Wilson, it's me, Elliot," came the anxious voice. "Mr. Sterling had to leave the country on urgent business. He left in such a rush he forgot his phone. He's already on the