Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn novel Chapter 339

“You bastard!” Mr. Dawson roared.

Frank jumped in fright. He looked back and realized it was his own father.

Hannah, lying on the bed, groggily opened her eyes at that moment.

She discovered a man on top of her, his face covered in acne craters. Wasn’t this Frank, the man she hated most?

He was pinning her down, and neither of them was wearing clothes.

“Ahhh!!!”

Hannah let out a piercing scream.

When Dylan saw Hannah’s face, his entire body relaxed.

Thank God. It wasn’t his Elena.

If it had been Elena, he would have stepped forward and torn that dog Frank to pieces right then and there.

Anyone who dared to touch his woman deserved death.

Mr. Dawson initially breathed a sigh of relief as well; at least it wasn’t Dylan’s fiancée.

But when he saw it was Hannah, his face turned a violently dark shade.

His own wife and his own son!

This was absolutely preposterous!

“Dad, let me explain, she seduced me... Dad...”

*Slap!*

Mr. Dawson slapped Frank across the face.

The blow popped one of the pimples on his cheek.

The burst pustule sprayed onto Hannah’s face, but she was too panicked to care about how disgusting it was.

Hannah pulled up the sheet to cover her body.

“Honey, it’s not like that... it’s not...”

*Thud!*

Mr. Dawson kicked Hannah. He was fuming with rage.

“Slut! Disgusting!”

“Since my fiancée isn’t here, Mr. Dawson, you can handle your family affairs yourself. I’m going to find my Elena,” Dylan said.

“Mrs. Dawson, what does this have to do with my fiancée? If you keep making slanderous accusations, don’t blame me for getting nasty,” Dylan warned.

Mr. Dawson kicked her again. “Shut your mouth! You slut!”

She had done something this shameful and still wanted to bite Dylan.

This was holding the Dawson family over a fire to roast!

“Mr. Sinclair, I am so sorry you had to see this joke!” Mr. Dawson apologized profusely, forcing a smile.

He couldn’t afford to offend the Sinclair Group.

He was too busy trying to curry favor with Dylan; he wouldn’t dare cross him.

“Mr. Dawson, manage your people better,” Dylan said.

He led Elena out of the room.

Behind them, screams of pain from Frank and Hannah echoed down the hall.

It seemed Mr. Dawson was beating them.

Father and son sleeping with the same woman—it was undoubtedly the ultimate scandal.

The truth would come out; this dirty laundry would soon spread through their social circle.