The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1087

"If you don't believe me, I'll have him send a picture right now."

With that, Professor Dalton called his grandson.

Whatever Professor Dalton said worked, because his grandson actually texted a photo over.

Looking at the man in the picture, she couldn't shake the feeling she recognized him.

Seeing Claire staring at the photo, Professor Dalton thought he had a chance. "Well? Handsome, isn't he?"

"He's been showered with compliments since he was a kid."

"Your grandson looks a little familiar," Claire answered honestly.

"Familiar how? Look closer—doesn't he look exactly like your future boyfriend?"

Claire burst out laughing. Professor Dalton was actually pretty funny.

"Not really," she replied deadpan. "I just genuinely think he looks familiar. I might have seen him somewhere. What's his name?"

"Reid Dalton."

Professor Dalton proudly announced his grandson's name.

"Maybe you've seen him around The Cabinda University. He's currently running his startup while finishing his master's."

"He's in his final year and will probably go on to get his doctorate."

His grandson originally hadn't wanted to pursue a Ph.D., but his parents had given him an ultimatum: no doctorate, no startup.

Left with no choice, Reid was forced to juggle his studies and his business.

Speaking of his grandson, Professor Dalton beamed with absolute pride.

Claire hesitated for a moment. "Sorry, I don't know him. The guy I've met is named Preston Dalton."

And he definitely lacked Reid's commanding presence.

Preston was your textbook idiot.

He had dumped a proper heiress like Zara Zeller, opting instead for a two-faced manipulator like Zoe Zeller.

Of course, Claire wasn't going to judge who he wanted to date.

She just found the whole situation hilarious.

"Preston?" Professor Dalton was taken aback. "You're talking about my younger grandson!"

*Huh?*

His wife was bold and decisive, his older son was refined and gentle, but his younger son...

Well, the man managing the family business had his own methods, but in Professor Dalton's eyes, his younger son couldn't hold a candle to his wife.

And the younger grandson, aside from having a handsome face, was nowhere near as steady, sensible, or capable as the older one.

Outsiders always said the oldest son's family took after him, while the younger son's family took after his wife.

But the truth was, Professor Dalton felt the person most like his wife was actually his older grandson, Reid.

Unfortunately, since the younger son had already inherited the business, replacing him with the older grandson now would be a massive scandal.

Otherwise, his wife probably would have loved to swap them out.

"You've met Preston. He isn't as good-looking as his older cousin. If you met his cousin, you'd definitely like him."

Professor Dalton didn't want to elaborate on their family wealth; he only wanted to talk about his grandsons.

He was sparing no effort in trying to sell his oldest grandson.

Claire didn't beat around the bush. "Yeah, well, your younger grandson isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed."

Claire looked so serious that it didn't even sound like she was insulting him.