Rebirth: She Cuts Ties and Takes Revenge (Noelle Kain) novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299 Let Them Climb

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“Got it!” Serena heard the certainty in Noelle’s voice and finally let herself breathe. “Don’t worry. I’m watching them like a hawk.”

At the Guzman estate, Angus sat alone in the study, a rush–order DNA report unfolded across his desk.

His aged, shaking fingers fumbled for his glasses. He slid them on and read each word slowly, painfully.

“DNA results confirm a biological grandparent–grandchild relationship between Sample A (Angus Guzman) and Sample C (Noelle Kain).”

A single tear rolled off his cheek and hit the paper, smudging the ink.

“She’s really mine… My sweet girl…”

His voice cracked. His lips trembled. Tears spilled down his face and soaked into the creases of his skin.

That little baby in the crib he never got to hold again–she had grown up. And she had come back.

The grief, the longing, and the impossible relief pressed down on his chest like a weight he wasn’t ready for. It crushed him and healed him at the same time.

“Sir, please. Try to stay calm. Don’t overexert yourself!” The butler rushed over and offered him a bottle of water. His own eyes were glossy. He had witnessed every year of Angus’s quiet suffering.

Angus waved him off and pulled the report close to his heart like it was life itself.

Another butler entered the room, clearly nervous. “Sir … your son and wife just released an official statement. They’re holding a homecoming party for Ms. Charlotte next weekend.”

Angus’s expression froze. The warmth on his face drained away completely.

He stood up so fast his chair scraped back. His hands shook. His voice roared. “A party? For that impostor? Absolutely not! Are they out of their minds?! I’ll go stop them myself-”

“Angus! Please!”

A deep voice called out from the hallway, strained with urgency.

Roman stormed in without knocking, his breath ragged, panic scrawled across his face.

“I’ve got it! Real evidence! Viola is a fraud. That girl I mentioned–Noelle–she’s the real one. She’s your actual granddaughter!”

Then he saw it. The paper in Angus’s hand. The storm in Angus’s eyes. Roman froze.

Angus handed over the document. His voice dropped into a steady, iron tone. “Roman. You don’t need to look into it anymore. I already know. Noelle’s my blood. This confirms it.”

Roman scanned the page. His heart thudded against his ribs. “Finally! Thank goodness! That girl’s a thousand times better than Viola! Smart, compassionate, incredible!”

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Chapter 299 Let Them Climb

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His joy didn’t last long. He remembered the press release and his smile vanished. “That party. they’re going public with the wrong girl. They’re letting the world believe Viola’s legitimate. That’s beyond disrespectful!”

Angus’s eyes narrowed, cold and clear. He dropped into his chair again and began tapping his fingers against the table. Each tap was sharp. Deliberate.

“A homecoming party?” His laugh was low. But it rang through the room like a shot. “They want to throw one? Fine. Let them ”

He lifted his chin and looked straight at Roman and the butler. “But it won’t be for Viola. Next weekend, at the Guzman estate, I’ll be announcing the real Guzman heiress–Noelle.”

Alina had seen the press release hours ago.

She barely reacted.

It had been her idea in the first place

All she could do now was pray Viola didn’t ruin everything again.

After the long board meeting, her head pounded behind her eyes.

“Ms. Guzman,” her assistant approached quietly, his face tense. “Ms. Charlotte’s here. She’s waiting in your office. She said it’s urgent that she speaks with you today.”

Alina stopped. Her brows pulled together.

Of course it was her.

She opened the door to her office and saw Viola lounging in her chair, legs crossed, examining her new manicure like she had no care in the world.

Viola didn’t get up when Alina entered. She barely looked up. “Well. Finally done with your meetings. You made me wait.”

Alina didn’t blink. She stepped to the desk and looked down at her. “If you have something to say, say it. I don’t have time for games.”

Viola rolled her eyes and straightened up like she belonged there. “It’s nothing complicated. Just a quick reminder. The homecoming invite design? It’s ugly. Scrap it and redo it. My dress? Needs a new design, new stylist, custom top to bottom. I don’t care what it costs.”

Then she paused. Her voice dropped lower. Her eyes gleamed with expectation. “And the shares. Have you made a decision? I want five percent. Not negotiable. Once that party happens, I’ll be publicly recognized as the second daughter of the Guzman family. If I don’t have shares in hand, people will think you’re pushing me out.”

Alina stared at her. That greedy, arrogant face. Her stomach turned.

She planted both hands on the desk and leaned forward, her glare razor–sharp and locked straight onto Viola. Her voice dropped low, but every word came out clean and ice–cold, loaded with intent.