Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn novel Chapter 880

Butler Avery was worried sick.

Lorna, however, brushed it off. "Dad, don't rush me. Let me think about it a little more. It's only been a month. It's still early. Just go for now, I want to sleep a bit longer. When you have someone bring my lunch later, make sure they bring an extra portion."

"An extra portion?" Butler Avery grew suspicious.

"Well, I'm pregnant, aren't I? I have a bigger appetite now. I never feel full. Is there a problem with sending a little extra food?"

"No, no problem at all. As long as you listen to me, I'll give you whatever you want!"

With that, Butler Avery turned and left.

Charles stepped out from hiding, a visible scowl on his face.

"Charles, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just a question for you, Lorna. Your dad has been the butler for the Ellington family for years. What's his net worth? He's the head butler for a massive empire. The Chairman must compensate him extremely well, right?"

Lorna thought about it. "I really don't know. Most of my dad's money goes straight to my mom. Her health has always been poor, so she's constantly on medication. Plus, paying for my education cost a fortune. I've never really asked him about his finances."

"Well, you should ask. Your dad works so hard. Asking the Ellington family for a few luxury villas shouldn't be a problem at all."

Lorna frowned, feeling slightly offended. "Charles, the Chairman has actually treated our family incredibly well. What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing. Just thinking out loud."

When evening came, Lorna said she needed to step out for a while.

Being cooped up in the room all day was driving her crazy; she couldn't sit still any longer.

Charles, on the other hand, couldn't risk leaving for fear of being spotted by anyone in the household.

He stood by the window, staring out at the grounds.

A sleek Bentley pulled through the main gates. A moment later, Logan and Theresa stepped out of the luxury vehicle.

Seeing this, Charles clenched his fists, a bitter surge of resentment flooding his chest.

He was the one who was supposed to be driving Theresa! Not that filthy security guard.

"Got it. I know now. I'm going to sleep."

Charles lay down on the bed, his mind already spinning with a new, dark scheme.

In the dead of night.

Charles glanced at Lorna beside him. She was sleeping like a log, a trail of drool escaping her lips.

He quietly got up, threw on his clothes, and slipped out of the room.

The Ellington Estate was dead quiet, though the elegant pathway lights still cast a soft glow across the grounds.

Charles stealthily made his way toward Theresa's bedroom.

He had coaxed its exact location out of Lorna during the day.

He had to take a gamble for the sake of his own future.

If he could get into Theresa's bed and force her hand, he would officially become the Ellington son-in-law. Everything the family owned would eventually be his.