Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 98

The man was none other than Alastair Whitman.

Alastair stared in shock.

He had no idea what was going on. Why was this woman in here?

Ever since Lucius had won Arthur's favor and taken over the Whitman Group, he had refused to give Alastair a respectable executive role, leaving his father deeply bitter.

Still, he didn't dare openly cross his powerful son.

Figuring he should investigate, Alastair frowned. "What are you doing in here?"

Watching her writhe, it suddenly clicked. "Did someone drug you?"

He had drunk heavily at the banquet and come to this room to sleep it off.

She was already beyond saving.

A second later.

...

By the time Alastair climbed out of bed, he was exhausted and parched. He grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand and chugged it.

Liliana had long since realized the man wasn't Lucius, nor could it ever be him.

But she had no idea it was Alastair.

After catching his breath, something dawned on Alastair. "Wait, who are you exactly?"

Having spent years as a notorious playboy, he had enough experience to know for a fact...

...that this woman had never given birth in her life.

Liliana remained silent, simply grabbing his hand and pressing it to her lips.

She didn't regain her clarity until late afternoon, right before the evening banquet was scheduled to start.

Remembering her ultimate goal, she quickly scrubbed herself clean, threw on her clothes, and slipped out of the room.

Pure hatred boiled in her veins. She cursed Madeline thousands of times in her head.

Because of one moment of carelessness, Madeline had caused her to lose her most valuable asset.

She had preserved her innocence for years, resisting countless temptations.

And now, it was carelessly thrown away on a total stranger.

The more she thought about it, the closer she came to passing out from sheer rage.

This was the trump card she had been saving to officially lock down Lucius.

Liliana's eyes widened in sheer terror as she took a closer look at Alastair. He was incredibly well-preserved, looking far younger than his years, with handsome features and charming, predatory eyes. He flashed her a subtle smile, silently assuring her that her secret was safe.

At that moment, Arthur, seated at the head of the main table, set down his silverware.

The rest of the guests immediately stopped eating.

Everyone knew the patriarch was about to make a ruling.

The butler stepped forward with the lab report and announced clearly, "The results confirm that Leo Whitman is indeed Lucius's biological son. He is illegitimate."

Liliana immediately beamed with joy. Her meticulous planning had paid off.

She had crossed the biggest hurdle. Now, the entire elite circle knew she had provided the Whitman heir with a son.

But before her smile could fully form, Arthur's thunderous voice shook the room. "Absolute disgraceful nonsense! Bring Lucius here immediately!"

The guests braced themselves for the incoming hurricane.

The patriarch's wrath was something very few could survive.

Lucius walked in. The stitched wound on his forehead was covered by a bandage, a brutal reminder of the violence Arthur had unleashed upon hearing the initial news.

Arthur glared at him with glacial contempt. "You grew up without guidance. Your mother lost her mind, and that bastard Alastair abandoned you. I thought the hardships you endured would have taught you right from wrong. I thought you would cherish the empire I handed you. But I see now that you are rotten to the core. You are nothing but a disappointment."