Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 6 Meeting Queenie

Nicole hurriedly withdrew her gaze, then walked up to Colton before handing his wallet to him. “Here’s your wallet, Mr. Gardner; please check and see if there’s anything missing from it. If there isn’t any, I’ll be leaving first,” she said, all in one breath.

However, just as she was about to leave, Queenie called out to her, asking, “Why are you here, sis?”

Isn’t Nicole supposed to have disappeared completely? Why is she here all of a sudden, showing up before Colton with his wallet in her hand no less?! A vicious gleam flickered in her eyes. She happened to be looking for an outlet to vent her spleen after having been reprimanded by Colton just now, and here Nicole was, coming right to her!

Nicole froze at Queenie’s words. Not wanting to have anything to do with the Andersons, she wore a distant smile, saying, “Sorry, but you took me for the wrong person.”

Just when she was about to leave, Queenie shouted loudly from behind, “It’s been five years since you left, sis. Dad misses you a lot. Can you please come home when you’re free?”

that, a buzz of gossip immediately broke

this is the Anderson

slept with a guy

down! The other Anderson

After all, she was the one who spread all these rumors around. The former eldest daughter of the Anderson Family is now a prostitute spurned by everyone! That’s exactly what I want. I want Nicole to be utterly discredited and living like a stray dog. Only

upon hearing the crowd’s remarks. Illegitimate daughter? How am I an illegitimate daughter? My mom was William Anderson’s first wife! Seems like they’ve spread a lot of false rumors about me over the past

Her eyes slightly darkened, she turned around and uttered, stressing each word, “Is that so? I’ve been busy over the past few years, and besides, I thought the

gleam. Staring at those who had been whispering about her just now, she stressed in a loud voice, “My mother was William Anderson’s first wife, and I was already eight years old when they divorced. On the other hand, this younger sister of mine is only a few months younger than me. Anyone with a brain should be able to tell

her. “Sis.” Her voice started to take on a sobbing note.