The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon by Cheryl Rice

Chapter 223

Chapter 223

He stood up straight and walked slowly toward Harriet.

When he stood in front of her, he narrowed his eyes to scrutinize her.

Yvonne had grown up, becoming more beautiful, to the point where her brother almost didn’t

recognize her.

“Henry?” Harriet murmured the name and finally remembered it. “Henry Bass? Do you know him?”

Does this man know the magician who called her Yvonne?

“What is their relationship?” She wondered.

“Well, we are siblings, and you are our little sister,” replied the man with an indulgent look.

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Harriet was almost convinced that he was really her brother.

But she knew that she was not Yvonne, who just happened to look like her. That was why Delbert

and Henry had both mistaken her for Yvonne.

“I’m sorry, but Mr. Bass and you have made a mistake. I’m Harriet, not Yvonne.” Harriet said, taking a

few steps back.

“Silly girl, how could I mistake someone else for my sister?” said the man gently.

But he further narrowed his eyes.

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It looked like Henry was speaking the truth about her amnesia.

When the man saw Harriet’s wary gaze, he felt a bit hurt.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you,” he said before giving her an address.

Pulling away from her, he continued, “I’m your third brother, Justin Bass. If you want to know the true

identity of your late mother, come to the address I just mentioned tomorrow at noon.”

His tone was meaningful.

After achieving his goal, Justin smiled and left.

“Wait, Justin, are you surnamed Bass? Do you have any connection with my mother?” Harriet asked

curiously.

She immediately followed him, wanting to get an answer.

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But Justin left quickly, and there was no one in the corridor.

“How did this man walk so fast? Is he a ninja?‘ She thought.

Their position was far from the next corner.

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If it wasn’t for the vivid memory just now, Harriet would have thought that everything was just her

imagination.

That man named Justin was like a gust of wind, coming and going.

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“What is his relationship with my mother, and how does he know my mother’s true identity?’ She

pondered.

Unable to catch up with Justin, Harriet could only return to the private room with a heavy heart.

Just as she pushed open the door, Delbert immediately stood up and came over, his face showing a

hint of worry.

“What took you so long?” he asked.

“Huh? I…” Harriet froze, unable to come up with an answer. She hesitated to tell Delbert about what

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