When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148 Hidden Emotions

Upon hearing this, a smile of quiet relief suddenly spread across the man’s handsome face.

“Of course,” he murmured, “you are Carl..”

His voice drifted like a breeze in the dead of night, low and intangible.

Jean’s heart remained still, untouched.

Just as the man had said. Carl was exactly that kind of person…

He was a wall of ice, emotionless and immovable. No one could ever be his weakness.

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She knew now she could not count on her brother. If she wanted to survive, she had to rely on herself.

But just as that thought crossed her mind, Carl suddenly made his move.

In the blink of an eye, his figure turned into a shadow so fast it nearly dissolved into air, slicing through the space between them like a blade of cold wind.

The knife in the man’s hand was already gone. It was snatched away by Carl, who now held it steadily in his palm.

“Hah.” The man did not flinch. He was not angry or frustrated. If anything, his smile grew. There was something layered in that smile. Something dark, cryptic, and amused.

“Very well.” He spoke the words with a chuckle, but Jean noticed something strange.

His voice had changed.

Up until now, he had been mimicking Carl’s tone with eerie precision. But now, he had dropped the disguise.

This was his real voice.

And

yet…

that.

Jean’s eyes widened. She froze.

“Let’s call it a day! Until we meet again.” A murky, unreadable darkness flickered through the man’s eyes. The smile vanished from his lips in an instant, and his entire face hardened into something cold and impenetrable.

Without warning, he shrugged off the Night Sentinel uniform he wore, moving so fast it was almost a blur.

The black fabric flew through the air like a curtain drawn shut, blocking Carl and Jean’s view in

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Carl’s expression remained perfectly calm as he lifted his hand in a swift, fluid motion, swattin the uniform aside with effortless precision.

But the man was already gone, like mist scattered by the wind, he had vanished before their ey

Carl made no move to pursue him. It was as if he held not the slightest interest in the man who had dared to wear his face.

With only a casual glance at Jean, he said coldly, “Let’s go.”

And then he turned and walked out of the elevator first.

Jean hurried after him, staring at his tall, distant figure. After a beat, she asked, “Why did you change your mind and come back for me?”

He clearly seemed indifferent to my life or death at first… Yet in that critical moment, he still chose to grab the blade held to my throat…