The Real Heiress Is Coming Back (Hannah Carter) novel Chapter 328

Chapter 327 Why Not Your Boyfriend

Chapter 327 Why Not Your Boyfriend?

Hannah sat there with effortless grace, nibbling on a slice of Hedy cake and sipping her coffee, while Kyson spilled the whole story about how Eleanor had talked him into swapping out Iris’s meds.

As Kyson confessed, he kept sneaking glances at Bamaby Back when Iris had his back, Barnaby didn’t scare him much but now that he was no longer under the Thole family’s wing he was scared stiff

He was honestly womed Bamaby might lose his temper and end him on the spot.

But Barnaby just slouched on the couch, eyes half-closed, scrolling through his phone, looking like he was listening-or maybe just zoning out.

Once he finished, Kyson made sure to stress, “Look, when you stepped in to save my godmother’s kid, I wasn’t exactly thrilled. But it was Eleanor who talked me into it-she even handed me Daisy’s fake pills and told me to swap them out. That idiot can vouch for it—*

He quickly corrected himself, “I mean, Allen can vouch for it. He probably saw the whole thing, but I’m not sure if he remembers. I swear, every word I said is true! You have to believe me!”

After he finished, he held his breath, waiting for Hannah to respond.

Hannah unhurriedly finished her aftemoon tea, not bothering to reply right away. Instead, she picked up her phone and

dialed out.

Bamaby glanced up and noticed she was calling Christopher. For a split second, annoyance flashed in his eyes.

Tm sitting right here, Barnaby thought. Why does she have to call Christopher instead of asking me?

“Send two of your men to watch someone for me. I’ll WhatsApp you the address in a minute. Come over now, Hannah said coolly into the phone.

Kyson shot Hannah a wary look, only to feel two cold glares slicing right through him.

He shifted his gaze just a bit and met Barnaby’s eyes-sharp as a drawn sword, practically screaming a warning: if you keep staring. I’ll gouge your eyes out.

Kyson jerked in his seat, bumping the table and making his coffee spoon rattle noisily.

Hannah didn’t bother turning around, but she could still sense Barnaby’s chilly vibe behind her.

“See? The kid’s totally freaked out, Hannah thought to herself.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the private room door and Christopher swaggered in with two guys in tow

“Bamaby’s gone? So you finally want to hang out with me- Christopher started, smirking, but halfway through he spotted Bamaby still sitting there and blurted out, “Shit!”

Then his eyes landed on Kyson sitting across from Hannah, and he thought, “Seriously? Another guy after Hannah?

“Lock him up,” Hannah said coolly.

“Seriously, I told you everything! Can’t you cut me some slack?” Kyson stammered, swallowing hard. He was terrified they wouldn’t just lock him up-they might take him somewhere quiet and finish him off for good.

“We’ll see if you’re telling the truth when you go head-to-head with Eleanor,” Hannah replied, her tone icy.

If I have to face Eleanor, everyone’s going to find out I’m still alive!

How is that any different from just getting offed in some dark alley?

Either way, I’m dead-just a matter of whether it’s behind bars on out of sight, Kyson thought, despair washing over him.

He shot back instantly, “No way! I’ve already spilled everything-m not going up against her!”

‘It’s not up to you,” Hannah replied. Before the words were even cold, Christopher signaled to his guys, and they jumped into action, grabbing Kyson without hesitation.

One slapped a hand over his mouth, the other yanked a bag over his head, and together they dragged him out of the room. Hannah got up, ready to head out, but saw Barnaby still sprawled on the couch, his face all icy and chiseled, not moving a muscle.

Barnaby finally spoke, his voice cool. “Your boyfriend’s sitting right here, and you go out of your way to call some other guy? What, my guys aren’t as good as those two los

Hannah couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Serious literally everything.”

Successfully unlocked!

She had her own little scheme for calling Christopher.

and jealousy or something? You get jealous over

Barnaby reached out, grabbed her hand, and yanked her right into his arms. “You know I’m a jealous freak, so why aren’t

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Chapter 227 Why Not Your Boyfriend?

you keeping your distance from other guys?”

Hannah pressed her hand against his chest. “Me keeping my distance from other men isn’t gonna work. The world’s only so big-good luck trying to wipe out every guy on earth, Mr. Jealous Monster.”

Barnaby just stared at her, lost for words.

That evening, after Hannah got back to the clinic and took a shower, she saw a message from Piggy.

Piggy: [Boss, I found out who you wanted me to check on.]

Then he sent over a picture with two side-by-side photos.

Piggy: [You won’t believe this, but even I’m shocked by what I found.]

Hannah tapped on the original image, and the side-by-side photos were of Darren.

Piggy really knew her-he didn’t just send the comparison pics, but also a whole file on Darren.

Darren might’ve been born into a medical family, but when it came to actual medical skills, he was totally talentless- nowhere near as good as Daisy.

To cover up his lack of skill, he just held a title at the Reese family hospital and never actually saw patients. He always claimed he was busy running the medical equipment side of things.

Piggy: [No way, it’s Darren-the Reese family’s golden boy! He’s supposed to be the poster boy for the country’s top hospital, and this is how he acts? If we sell this to the press, we’ll make a killing!]

Raven: [Go ahead and sell it. Doesn’t your guy know a ton of reporters? You get one, I get nine.]

Piggy. [Oliver’s got some media hookups, sure, but you don’t have to be so generous. Let’s just split it fifty-fifty-no need to stand on ceremony, we’re basically family!]

Raven: [You get one, I get nine.]

Piggy. [Later.]

Hannah exited WhatsApp, and when something popped into her head, she called Lucian.

Lucian answered right away, thinking she was calling to check on his homework. “I haven’t finished that code yet.”

“Did you clear out all your Reese family stocks?” Hannah asked.

Lucian: “Yeah, I sold them all. Right after I cleared out, the news broke about Chloe getting chased by debt collectors, and Reese Medical’s stock tanked. I made 300 thousand dollars in pocket money-let me send you 150 thousand dollars.”

‘No need. Once the Thole family’s stock drops in a few days, you can buy some,” Hannah reminded him. Lucian thought he must’ve misheard. “The Thole family?”

The Thole family’s stock was crazy high. It started out at just thirty a share, then shot up past four hundred, even hitting five hundred at its peak. These days, it’s been holding steady at around four-fifty, never dropping below that. If you want in, you gotta have deep pockets to get in on that action.

Hannah: “Yeah.”

Lucian: !!!

‘Holy crap, my sis is a legend! She’s actually going after the Thole family-the biggest name out of the four major families! Lucian thought, jaw dropping.

“But after you crash the stock, who’s gonna make it bounce back? Barnaby?” Lucian asked, still scratching his head.

“Don’t worry about it. Just buy when I say, and grab some shares for me while you’re at it. Just give me your account, I’ll wire you the cash, Hannah replied.

“Why not just do it yourself?” Lucian pressed.

Hannah: “Can’t be bothered to open an account.”

Seriously, who knew you could rake in cash without even lifting finger? Lucian thought, utterly at a loss.

After Hannah hung up, she saw another message pop up from Higgy

Piggy: [Are we really dropping this bomb?]

Raven: [What, you planning to keep it simmering instead?]

On the other end of the screen, Piggy couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the Reese family. Their daughter-the fake Nameless Healer-was already locked up, and now their son was about to get dragged into trouble too.

But then he remembered all the sketchy stunts Chloe had pulled for the Reese family lately, and suddenly thought,’ Honestly, people who seem so pitiful usually have only themselves to blame.’

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