The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 292

‘Daughter? My… Daughter?!’ Rosalind couldn’t help but tremble uncontrollably at the thought. It was as if two sledgehammers were relentlessly pounding on her temples. Her mind only had one thought, ‘Why! This matter was supposed to be a secret!’

Once the news was revealed, the girl did seem to resemble her more and more!

“It’s impossible… Impossible!” Rosalind muttered to herself as if she were under a spell.

“Hehe, how ridiculous. How ironic.” Memphis stared at her ghostly, pale face and chuckled ominously. “As the biological mother of the child, how could you not recognize your own daughter?”

Memphis sneered, “You really are a ‘dutiful’ mother.”

The entire venue was thrown into chaos, like a massive stone plunging into the sea and creating shockwaves. Half of the attendees looked up at the panicking Rosalind on stage, while the other half gazed down at the icy-cold Justin, whose clenched teeth revealed his true feelings. The spotlight shining on him seemed to have a green tint to it.

Shannon’s elegant and noble demeanor crumbled as she grabbed Rosalind forcefully and whispered through gritted teeth, “Rosalind! What’s going on? Who is this man? How did he get in? What’s your relationship with him?”

mother but also feared the exposure of a scandal, rushed towards Memphis in a fit of fury. “Where did you come from, you filthy rogue?! How dare you

my daughter!”

her to dive into the air. Her arms flailed wildly as she staggered forward and landed on the ground with a muffled thud. The

crimson. He didn’t

of him was

shouted for help, ignoring her mother. She wanted to get rid of Memphis and urged her bodyguards to come quickly. “Someone,

admit her fault. He was about to speak when suddenly,

is allowed to take him away,” Justin said, his eyes visibly reddening. He advanced step by

angel, and as an adult, she was as warm as the sun. She had always told him that he was

in a strange man to tell lies and ruin my

in a state of panic and clumsily rushed towards

her own dress in the process. The short distance between them felt like an