When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 212

It was the painting.

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That massive, ominous eye staring from the wall–a single, ink–black pupil radiating a bone–deep chill. The kind of cold that crept down the spine, clung to the skin like invisible fret.

Jean’s scalp prickled. Her brows furrowed in discomfort.

“You’re awake?”

Queenie’s voice broke the silence as she sat down across from her, separated only by a plain, rustic wooden table.

She smiled–but the smile was shallow, her eyes frosted with concealed menace.

Jean opened her mouth, but no words came out at first.

Because she’d caught the scent.

It clung faintly to her clothes–a subdued, aged aroma, like mellow sandalwood soaked in time. It brought with it an oddly grounding calm.

This wasn’t just any smell.

Jean’s eyes sharpened in an instant, her voice cold and certain. “Let me guess. You used some kind of sedative incense in my room–something that made me feel like I was having sleep paralysis? My mind was awake, but I couldn’t fully come to?”

Queenie didn’t flinch. She nodded matter–of–factly. “Not bad. You’re right. It’s a special calming incense developed by the Secret Service. Even the smallest amount induces a foggy, dreamlike state–almost impossible to wake from on your own.”

She shrugged with faux innocence. “Couldn’t bring you here quietly without it, after all.”

Here…

Jean’s gaze swept across the room once more.

Aside from the ancient table and the walls covered in ink landscape paintings, it was completely empty.

Another interrogation room–but this one was utterly foreign. Unlike anything else in the Secret Service compound.

“Where is this?” she asked, voice laced with ice.

Queenie leaned forward, her eyes catching the overhead light like the surface of deep ocean at night. “Well, you wouldn’t tell the truth… so I had no choice but to bring you to a higher–level interrogation room.”