NovelEnglish"Beck, owning just one percent of the Sanders Corporation, that's worth billions." The subtext was clear: sending her away with just three million dollars was laughably insufficient.
Beck scoffed, finally seeing her true colors. "So, it's all about the money of the Sanders Corporation for you." "I won't let you take another paternity test. You can leave with three million dollars right now. But if I let you take that test and you're found out, no matter how well you play your part, you'll end up with nothing." Stella had already stood up, noticing the chef had just served dinner.
"Beck, let's talk over dinner," she suggested, as if she owned the place.
Beck's brow twitched, his lips pressed into a thin line. His upbringing prevented him from uttering something even more offensive.
He could only watch as Stella took her seat at the dining table, even gesturing for him to join.
"This is my house!" Beck couldn't hold back anymore, his voice a low growl. "And that glass you're holding, the water you're drinking, it's all mine.” Stella, resting her chin in her hand, kept her narrow eyes fixed on Beck.
After being stared at for three minutes, Beck felt uneasy.
"What are you looking at?" "You. I find Beck very interesting." All the complaints Beck had were suddenly stuck in his throat, unable to cout.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBeck snorted, it took him a while to say, "No wonder those guys are so head over heels for you. This is how you charm them.” Stella had already started sipping her soup, deducing two rules.
"Never promise anything, never say no. They're all just friends.” "Friends, or should I say your personal ATMs." "If you want to see it that way, sure. If it weren't for these 'ATMs,' I would've starved to death a long tago. I wouldn't have lived to see the day the Sanders family acknowledged me." After saying that, her eyes reddened and she began to cry, quickly grabbing a tissue from the table.
Beck saw she was genuinely crying, his frown deepening.
He had looked into Stella's past. Back when she was known as Stella Herrington, she attended very average schools and lived alone, renting places since leaving the orphanage at ten.
On her first day of school, she had secured several long-term meal tickets. Even penniless, she never went hungry at school.
Stella always managed to keep a few meal tickets in every school, without them ever finding out about each other. It was a skill of hers.
Beck remained silent, unsure if he could have survived in such circumstances. He had grown up in luxury, never worrying about money.
"Stop crying. That's not what I meant." Stella looked up, her eyes dry. There were no signs she had been crying.
"I wasn't. The food is just too good." Beck felt a headache coming, realizing she had faked her tears.
She must find it thrilling to manipulate those men. Even her professors fell under her charm, and people were willing to open l.n expensive bottles of wine for her bars. What did she have to feel sorry about? Content belongs to en.kikistoriesBeck's expression darkened, realizing from the moment he walked in, he had been played by her.
The delicious meal in front of him suddenly lost its appeal.
Stella, on the other hand, seemed to truly enjoy the meal, as if she had never tasted anything like it before.
Seeing her satisfied look, Beck's thoughts drifted to Maja.
Before Maja was found, she was also mistreated.
Hold on, Maja was a thousand times better than this scammer in front of him.
His brows knitted together, suddenly losing his appetite.
After the servants cleared the table, he saw Stella wiping her mouth elegantly.
Beck, enraged, declared, "I'll arrange for another paternity test." Stella appeared unfazed. "Alright, Beck." Beck refused to believe she was really a Sanders. It couldn't be that coincidental.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHowever, the results of the second.
paternity test also confirmed the et biological link between her and Boris Sanders. Content belongs to en.kikistoriesSW With a stern face, Beck looked at the report, then Augus Sanders called, asking him to chome.
Upon arrival, Beck saw Stella sitting on the sofa, her eyes red.
“Uncle, please don't be mad at Beck. My return was indeed sudden, and his doubts are understandable.” Augus's face was stern, his gaze sharp as knives towards Beck.
Beck froze, realizing he had forgotten how much his father valued the grandfather's will. To his father, the return of this long-lost daughter was a joy, and he had already started preparing for the transfer of shares. Content belongs to en.kikistoriesAugus was authoritative, having held power in the Sanders Corporation for so long.
"Chere and apologize to your sister," he commanded.
Beck's gaze shifted to Stella.
Stella was dabbing her eyes with a tissue, blinking when their eyes met.
Beck felt a pang of frustration.
"Dad, can't you see? She's faking her tears!"
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