Ready to Rule: The Real Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 953

Grace shot Frank another warning look. For now, she just needed to keep him calm and cooperative. She’d handle him properly when the time was right.

Frank grinned, a sly glint in his eyes. “I get it. You want Lydia out of the picture so our daughter can inherit everything. Don’t worry, I’m with you this time.”

He still hadn’t figured out that Lucinda was the heiress to a massive fortune. Grace hadn’t told him the full story, only that Lydia was well-off, the founder of LYLX, and a famous medical student. If something happened to Lydia, all her assets would end up with the Norwood family, which meant Lucinda would benefit in the end. That secret about Lucinda’s background had to stay buried. Frank was more than willing to play along, for the money and for Lucinda’s future.

“Good. At least you’re thinking for once. Since you’re so chummy with Greg these days, get his people to dig up dirt on Lydia and Kevin. If there’s anything shady between them, Lydia’s done for.”

Frank’s chest puffed up with pride at the mention of Greg. Who could have guessed Sandy would be so popular with Greg? Now that Sandy was Greg’s favorite, Frank’s own status had risen too. The only thing that annoyed him was how stingy Sandy had become. She only ever gave him a few hundred bucks, never anything substantial. The more successful she got, the tighter she held onto her money. But right now, Frank couldn’t do much about her, which left him feeling both proud and frustrated.

“Don’t worry. Lydia’s fortune will be ours sooner or later.”

The next morning, Lydia was up early. She didn’t waste a single minute lounging in bed, actually beating her usual schedule by ten minutes. She looked especially sharp today.

Lydia wore a fitted black suit, every detail immaculate. The fabric was a rich, deep black, almost like the ocean at midnight. The jacket hugged her figure perfectly, highlighting her slender frame without hiding her strength. Clean lines ran from her shoulders down to her waist, making her look both elegant and commanding.

Her trousers were tailored to perfection, the crease running straight from her hips to her ankles. The way the hems brushed over her shoes with each step gave her an effortless confidence. Her glossy black hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, a few wisps framing her face and adding a soft touch to her striking features.

She stood quietly in the foyer. The air around her felt different, charged with an energy that made people want to keep their distance, but also drew them in. She looked like she belonged in charge, the center of her own universe.

The house staff couldn’t help staring.

“Lydia looks amazing.”

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