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?”

of a scandal, rushed towards Memphis in a fit of fury.

my daughter!”

air. Her arms flailed wildly as she staggered forward and landed on the ground with a muffled thud. The room was filled with bursts of snickers that echoed around.

face turned crimson. He didn’t want to admit

him was his wife.

and shouted for help, ignoring her mother. She wanted to get rid of Memphis and urged her bodyguards to come quickly. “Someone, bodyguards! Drag this presumptuous rogue out

the woman refusing to admit her fault. He was about

him away,” Justin said, his eyes visibly reddening. He advanced

she was as warm as the sun. She had always told him that he was the only man in her life and that she loved only

brought in a strange man

and clumsily rushed towards Justin, almost tripping

between them felt like an arduous journey, akin to crossing mountains and wading through water.