Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks novel Chapter 590

Chapter 590 

The name “Claire” echoed in Stella’s mind like an atomic bomb exploding, a deafening “boom” that rattled her thoughts. Her hands tightened around the steering wheel, veins bulging on her hands as she gripped harder, the tension palpable. Lance–Stella knew who Lance was. He was a top counter–surveillance expert, personally trained by her father, Jagger, and now held an important position in Clusia’s inner circle. Stella trusted the results of Lance’s investigation without question. 

Since her brother was reluctant to lend a hand, Stella took matters into her own hands and called on Lance for help. 

But she never imagined the result would be this. Claire. A woman who had been married once, and once “died.” A woman who, as her parents had said, came from the backwoods, someone who wasn’t “up to par” in their eyes. 

This revelation crushed her, and she couldn’t accept it. She couldn’t possibly lower herself to accept such a result. 

She had considered letting go of her feelings for Arthur before, but not when it was Claire. Claire, a woman she felt was beneath her. 

If someone had been in the car with her at that moment, they would have seen the defiance etched across Stella’s face, her entire body emanating an almost suffocating pressure, as if the air itself had turned heavy with her frustration. 

When Hank returned to Claire, she had already come back from the Chivers Residence. 

Seeing Claire, Hank asked, “Mom, how did you get back so soon? I thought you’d stay for dinner tonight. I was planning to make some noodles.” 

Claire was sitting on the sofa watching TV. She chuckled, “Heh, if I didn’t come back, I’d probably be abducted by your grandmother. That woman, once she starts talking, she can turn anything round into flat.” 

Hank smirked and replied, “You’re no different. You two are pretty much the same.” 

Claire, hearing this, reached out and gave him a light smack. “What are you saying? I’m your mom! Is this how you talk about your own mother? I’m a quiet and refined person.” 

Hank looked at his mom, who was now able to banter with him. A smile appeared on his face, one he hadn’t worn before. Honestly, it felt kind of nice. 

A few seconds later, his smile faded, replaced by a serious and solemn expression. “Oh, by the way, Mom, I need to ask you something.” 

“What’s up?” Claire asked casually, taking a sip of her coffee. 

Hank took a sip of water and cleared his throat. “Do you know anyone from the Walton family?” 

Claire looked at him, puzzled. “You mean that Walton family, right?” 

Hank nodded. “Yes, that Walton family. You probably don’t know them, b 

it’s fine. I have a picture.”