The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 840

Claire stared at him.

She shot Owen a look that screamed: I can't believe you're that kind of guy!

"You're seriously risking your life over a smut peddler?"

Owen scratched his head defensively. "Everyone has their little secret hobbies, right?"

Claire cast a highly meaningful glance toward Xavier: This didn't seem like a secret anymore.

It was practically public knowledge at this point.

"The guy's writing was genuinely brilliant. The explicit stuff was just a side hustle. He mainly wrote incredible tomb-raiding thrillers."

"His suspense plots were top-tier, really adrenaline-pumping."

As a naive teenager, Owen had been absolutely hooked by his first foray into adventure fiction.

"Adrenaline-pumping or downright erotic?" Xavier chimed in. "The guy literally wrote scenes where the protagonist hooked up with thousand-year-old corpses for some twisted romance."

Claire had never dabbled in such niche genres, but pairing grave robbing with necrophilia painted a vivid picture of a deeply disturbed author.

"Was distributing explicit material really his only charge?"

Owen's expression slumped. "No, there was another one."

"Grave robbing?" Claire guessed before Owen could even answer.

The man was clearly a method writer, weaving his own criminal exploits and wild fantasies straight into his manuscripts.

He had accidentally gone viral and garnered a massive cult following.

Which eventually caught the attention of the authorities, leading to his spectacular downfall.

Owen gave his sister a thumbs up. "As expected from a valedictorian. Nailed it on the first try."

Claire wanted absolutely nothing to do with that compliment.

In fact, she desperately wanted to distance herself from him entirely.

Seeing her judgment, Owen quickly backpedaled. "I don't admire the guy personally, I just really love his books."

"But his work has been wiped off the internet, making my physical copy a rare out-of-print collector's edition."

With a hardened gaze, he turned to Xavier. "You're on. When do we race?"

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