The True Heiress Slays (Quiana) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Hayden’s face turned deathly pale. Julius was a cold and unpredictable psychopath. With his days numbered, no one knew how far he would go. So, no one dared to cross him, let alone risk their lives against him.

Hayden didn’t want to die. Looking at the stunning yet deathly pale face of the girl standing so close, his legs trembled 1-1 talk. It was Ms. Wilson who gave me 200 thousand dollars to switch the pill

Qutana’s breath was icy cold, her aura of death intensifying “Carole?”

Te–res

Quiana thung him away and turned to leave. Julius tilted his head. “Leo, protect her?

Leo was reluctant but still took a few men and followed Quiana

William finally snapped out of it. “Why would Carole want to harm my son?”

Hayden collapsed on the ground, his pants wet with urine, gasping for breath. “I–I don’t know.”

Take care of Mrs Hanson and guard the ward‘ William instructed his assistant before chasing after Quiana

In the Wilson residence’s backyard, Carole had invited a few girlfriends over. All of them were wealthy heiresses, enjoying tea and facemasks together.

“Is Quiana really that ruthless?”

“She’s stunningly beautiful. Carole, have you seen any signs of plastic surgery up close?”

No matter how beautiful, she’s still just a pretty face.”

A few people were talking about Quiana Carole’s eyes were full of disdain. “She’s nothing but a low–class thug. She’s not even worthy to tie my shoes”

“But,” Sophia asked cautiously, is it true that she’s the apprentice your grandfather wanted but never managed to get?”

Carole sipped her tea and huffed. “I don’t know what kind of spell that vixen cast on Grandfather, but soon he’ll see her true colors.”

This indirectly confirmed the truth, and Sophia’s eyes widened in surprise, finding it hard to believe.

“Do you think Julius really likes her?” Emily was curious, given the previous hype over Julius’s reward offer.

“Like her?” Carole Wilson sneered. “If Julius weren’t disabled, this marriage would never be hers.”

Water from Carole’s cup splashed onto her dress. She looked up, ready to yell, but her face paled when she saw the figure standing in the doorway, silhouetted against the light. “Quiana?”