Chapter 245
Biological father? Joye’s facial features twisted for a moment. Then, the expression on her face changed from irritation to surprise. “My biological father?” “Isn’t he dead?” Sergey was silent for a moment. “We thought… he was dead.” “But not only did he not die, he’s also back here.” With a sigh, Sergey looked up at Joye. “Please tidy up and go downstairs.” “After all, he is your father. He wanted to see you as soon as he got back as he’s worried about you.” Joye nodded quickly. “I know!” After that, she slammed the door shut. Outside the door, Sergey looked at the tightly closed door with a trace of viciousness in his eyes. It was not that he did not know Joye’s true identity. Since he could do the DNA test for the first time, he could also do it for the second time. However, since Eliza was disobedient, he would find a girl who was really obedient to be the daughter of the Chapman family. Everything was going smoothly.. As long as Joye listened to him and obediently married into the Benton family, he could conspire with Elias from the LY Group and occupy all the assets of the Chapman family. D Elias also wanted the Chapman family to go down, all he wanted was the Chapman family’s money. As long as they worked together, they could take what they needed when the Chapman family collapsed. But he didn’t expect that the Hamza, who was claimed to have died in a car accident, would actually come back at this time. Not only did he not die, but he was also smarter and colder than before after so many years. Sergey frowned. Since Hamza didn’t die, why didn’t he come back after so many years? Since he hadn’t come back for so many years, why did he suddenly come back after what he and Elias planned to do to the Chapman family? Who was behind this?
Joye changed into a beautiful pink dress. In order to leave a good impression on Hamza, she even put on makeup to make him feel sorry for her. After more than half an hour, she finally opened the door and smiled at Sergey. “Let’s go downstairs to see my father.” Seeing how adorable she dressed herself up, Sergey sighed silently. “Miss Chapman.” He lowered his voice and said, “The person in charge of the family has just returned. You have to be careful with your words and actions.” “If you do something that makes the person in charge of the family suspect your identity…” “I won’t be able to protect you either.” Joye felt slightly guilty. Subconsciously, she glanced at Sergey. Why did she feel that there was something hidden in Sergey’s words as if he knew her true identity? No way… She was obviously good at disguising herself.
Taking a deep breath, she looked at Sergey with a smile. “Don’t worry.” “I am Miss Chapman. He is my father. Nothing will happen.” Soon, they went downstairs together. Three people were sitting in the living room downstairs. On the far left was the elegant and arrogant woman in a red dress. On the far right was a cold and reserved man in black. His side face was handsome and refined, and his collarbone appeared sexy and attractive. His eyebrows were good-looking, his eyelashes long and slender, and his lips perfectly curved… He was the kind of man who was so elegant and handsome that people couldn’t forget at first glance. Between the two of them was a proud and cold middle-aged man with his hair combed behind. Although the scene of the three sitting together was a little strange, it was particularly pleasing to the eye. Joye’s heart slightly shook. If she was not mistaken, the distinguished man in the middle should be the previous person in charge of the Chapman family, Hamza. Sure enough, he was just like the rumors. He was noble and arrogant. Even though he was already middle-aged, he was still graceful. “Dad!”
She was so excited that she lifted her dress and ran down quickly. Under Sawyer and Lyric’s shocked gazes, the fake Miss Chapman threw herself into Hamza’s embrace and started to cry. “Dad! This is great! Not only are you not dead, but you’re also back!” “I’m so happy!”
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