The Scorned Heiress's Hidden Empire (by Jade Quinn) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127

Jacob Miller stared at the chessboard, holding the piece fhe x long time be

He inurmured. “Matilda, looks like I’ll be joining you soon

His voice was soft, as if he was just talking about something ordinary

I’ve known about it for a while, but I haven’t told anyone.

Natalie is clever, tried to check my pulse just now, but I stopped her

If she ever tried to check my pulse, she’d see right through me. He handte

He smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes bunching up

“In this life, I’ve conquered the world with Go, but the only person Eve course

“In the next life, maybe… maybe…

“Never mind, just being able to meet you again would be enough.”

With those words, he placed the final piece, and black was defeated

*****

Meanwhile, Natalie and the others arrived in Harbor City after two in the affections random restaurant.

Jason propped his chin in his hand. “Natalie, are you some kind of Go master on

“I’m alright,” Natalie replied, then looked up at him.

“Oh, come on, Natalie, don’t be so modest! Mr. Miller has been teaching you just ‘alright!” Ryan said, blinking at her with obvious admiration.

Ryan blinked at her, his face showing obvious admiration

Ethan pushed up his glasses and said thoughtfully.

“Mr. Miller is a 9–dan Go master, a true legend in the national Co scene.

“Hardly anyone in the country can even go up against him.”

He glanced at Natalie, a hint of curiosity in his gaze.

“Natalie, how long can you hold your own against him? Ethan askert.

Natalie swallowed her food and considered for a moment.

“It depends on how long he feels like playing,” she replied casually

They all paused, stunned.

Ryan’s eyes went wide.

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“What do you mean? Was he playing easy on you?” Ryan blurted out.

Natalie shook her head, then nodded.

“He used to give me a handicap, then stopped. And after that… he couldn’t even do that anymore,” she said.

Jason almost dropped his fork.

“Couldn’t even do that? You mean… you actually beat him?” Jason asked.

Natalie leisurely picked up a piece of pork and unhurriedly put it in her mouth.

“Mhm,” she replied.

William and Charlotte watched the lively conversation, joining in with laughter.

“Natalie learned from Mr. Miller himself. She’s not just his student, she’s even surpassed him!” William said proudly. Charlotte smiled, her eyes full of curiosity. “Don’t tell me Natalie’s the only one who’s ever beaten Mr. Miller?”

“It’s possible,” William replied.

Natalie’s hand paused briefly, but she quickly went back to eating.

‘Actually, there was someone else, she thought, keeping silent.

Mr. Miller had never let Grandma lose.

*****

The next evening. At the Mitchell family’s private estate.

From the foot of the mountain all the way to the top, the winding road was lined with warm golden streetlights, lighting up

half the mountain.

At the entrance, all kinds of luxury cars were parked, and men and women in formal attire walked in groups, their laughter and greetings mingling in the air. The atmosphere was lively but never noisy.

The banquet hall was set up in the main building, spanning the entire floor, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the dome ceiling

The banquet table was covered with a champagne–colored cloth, topped with elegant flower arrangements and polished silverware.

Waiters weaved through the guests, balancing trays of fine champagne and all sorts of fancy appetizers.

William stood at the entrance in a perfectly tailored deep gray suit, personally greeting each guest.

Charlotte was right by his side, wearing a modernized dress in a soft pink.

Her hair was styled up, a simple pearl necklace at her throat, giving her an air of gentle elegance.

Nervous?

Willam asked in a low voice.

12:00 pm P PPP.

A bar. Homerly. I’m even more nerwow that i was on our wedding day due replet

lam chuckled and get her hand a reassuring part. Me un‘

Inwide the banquet hall, most of the guests had already arrived.

Just about every big name in Harbor City was there, business tycoons, politicians, and cattural figures

Henry lounged on the vola, and plenty of people tried to use this opportunity to introduce themselves and get on tus ratter

But he kept his tone polite and distant, and after a couple of words, they’d take the hint and lease

People gathered in unall groups, chatting away, and of course, the talk all centered on the star of the sight

“Who would’ve thought they’d actually find her after nineteen yearý Heaven finally smiled on them?

I wonder what Natalie looks like? Bet she’s just as gorgeous as Mrs. Michell

“Who knows? But she’s been out there for nineteen years, and I heard she grew up in some village. I doubt she’s got touch class or refinement the speaker trailed off not daring to finish.

But everyone knew what they meant. How much class or manners could a kid raised in the countryside really have “Hey, hey, I actually know something about this! My son ran into her once when he was out, and she was bossing people around, even picking on her foster sister, right?

“Man, it was savage. She straight up threw her off the yacht right then and there? someone gossiped.

“Tsk, tok, tsk, just like I said. She’s a total ungrateful wretch” the lady in the dark green dress muttered, her voice dripping

with contempt

She leaned in, lowering her voice, her outrage barely contained.

“Seriously, they took her in and raised her all those years. Even if there were some disagreements, kicking her foster sister off the yacht? If people hear about this, it’s gonna sound awful” she said.

“Totally,” another woman chimed in.

Another woman agreed, I also heard that back in school, she was always fighting and skipping class. She did it all. “She was always at the bottom of her grade, and the teachers just stopped bothering with her

“Even if they bring her back, she’ll still be a stain on the Mitchell family’s reputation…”

“Come on, that’s a bit harsh,” someone whispered, trying to defend her. “She’s still a Mitchell by blood, after all.”

So what if she’s a Mitchell by blood?” the woman in the dark green dress shot back with a roll of her eyes.

Just look at her, bullying the very family that raised her, always getting into fights, and always at the bottom of her class

What family wouldn’t be at their wits end with a kid like that? The Mitchells spent nineteen years searching, and this is who Dry found honestly, it’s just their bad luck.”

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