Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 279

She was completely stumped.

But it didn't matter; the truth would reveal itself eventually.

After scribbling her signature on the final release form.

Dawn was just beginning to break.

She stood on the concrete steps of the precinct, drawing a deep, greedy breath of the cool morning air.

Her lungs expanded with the intoxicating rush of freedom, the rough bandage still strapped tightly to her forehead.

Her face was scrubbed clean, her lips cracked and bleeding, looking utterly haggard.

Yet her eyes burned with a terrifying brilliance, sharpened like a blade forged purely from venomous spite.

A flawless black sedan glided silently to a halt directly in front of her.

It was no cab or rideshare; it was a gleaming, brand-new The Sovereign Sedan.

Unassuming yet undeniably elite, she recognized the make instantly—a staple vehicle for the invisible power brokers pulling the strings of the nation.

The rear door popped open automatically; the back seat was empty, the driver obscured by an impermeable privacy partition, the tinted windows black as pitch.

Without a flicker of hesitation, she ducked her head and slid into the luxurious cabin.

The heavy door sealed shut, instantly neutralizing the city's noise.

The interior was a silent, immaculate sanctuary.

Resting perfectly centered on the premium leather seat was a sealed manila envelope and a brand-new, encrypted smartphone.

She tore open the envelope first, pulling out The DNA Verification File.

She scanned it quickly; the names of the tested parties had been heavily redacted.

But a brief explanation over the intercom from the driver cleared the fog.

She instantly grasped the breathtaking reality of her situation.

The document linked two major players.

One was Reginald Vance, and the other was the biological father of the heiress she was flawlessly impersonating; oblivious to the grift, they believed she was genuine blood.

As a result, she had been rescued under the absolute protection of being this titan's granddaughter.

She wanted to scream with joy.

What a magnificent twist of fate—she had miraculously secured the backing of one of the most powerful men in the country.

She switched hands, clamping a palm over her mouth as if desperately fighting a wave of despair, letting a tragic, broken whimper slip through.

"Grand... Grandfather..."

She finally managed to gasp the word.

Her voice was raw, trembling violently with manufactured relief, perfectly mimicking a terrified little girl who had finally been rescued from a nightmare.

She repeated the title frantically, her voice breaking into hysterical, messy sobs with every syllable:

"Thank you, Grandfather, thank you... It was really you, wasn't it? You saved me... I thought I was dead, I thought I was going to rot in that cell forever..."

A long, heavy silence stretched across the line.

The steady tick of the clock echoed ominously, like the methodical tapping of a king weighing a judgment.

Then, the gravelly, authoritative voice spoke, laced with a potent mix of hidden affection, simmering wrath, and an unyielding, ruthless finality.

"Enough crying. No one will ever lay a hand on you again."

The line clicked dead.

She gripped the phone tightly, collapsing against the plush leather as her shoulders continued to shake violently.