When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 213

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“You’re really going to accuse me based on that?” Jean’s eyes were like sharpened blades, the edge in her gaze cold enough to slice through steel. “Is this the level of a Secret Service commander?”

“Jean!” Queenie snapped, her jaw clenched so tightly it distorted the line of her face.

This girl-

She was even sharper than expected. Unflinching, defiant, completely unlike the usual suspects Queenie had interrogated.

The realization made Queenie’s expression settle into something darker, calmer.

Then, she let out a low chuckle. “Still pretending, huh?”

“No matter,” she said with a glint in her eyes, cold and mocking. “In a moment… you’ll tell the truth.”

She pulled out the incense burner she’d prepared in advance and carefully placed it on the wooden table between them.

Her movements were delicate, precise.

A long, slender stick of incense was already set in the center of the burner.

With a swift flick, Queenie lit it.

The moment the tip began to glow, pale gray smoke curled upward, its scent instantly filling the air–an odd mix of cool sandalwood tainted by something chemical, like a faint trace of paint thinner.

Jean wrinkled her nose and instinctively leaned back.

But then something even stranger happened-

Behind Queenie, the massive wall painting–the haunting ink–drawn eye–shifted.

Barely. Almost imperceptibly.

But it moved.

Jean froze, eyes flying wide.

Her attention locked on that eye. In the center of the black, bottomless pupil, a swirling vortex of shadow seemed to spin.

It wasn’t ink anymore. It was alive.

A cold, endless energy began dragging her in.

Her body stiffened. Her face emptied of emotion. Her limbs wouldn’t move.

Jean sat frozen, unmoving. Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, yet somehow still bound by something unseen.

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Chapter 213 Nearly Fooled

Seeing this, Queenie knew-

It had begun.

Now was the perfect time.

“Jean.” Queenie’s voice rang out, clear and commanding.

Abyssal Choir…

Got you.

So she had been lying. About everything.