The Comments Told Me to Fight the Fake Heiress but I Chose Her as My Sister Chapter 07

The Comments Told Me to Fight the Fake Heiress but I Chose Her as My Sister Chapter 07

“Is it still calling me names?”

I froze.

Then I smiled. “The filthiest.”

Elowen smiled back, but it was thin.

“Then I guess I really did get in its way.”

Something in my chest loosened.

I said, “This time, I don’t want to believe it.”

Elowen asked, “What do you believe?”

I looked at her.

“What I see with my own eyes.”

The wind moved. Her lashes trembled.

A few seconds later, she held out her phone.

“Then we start with Silas.”

When we walked back into the ballroom, Silas had already hung up.

He was every inch the polished gentleman, as if the man who’d treated us like pawns had been a

hallucination.

He saw us enter one after the other, and something satisfied flickered in his eyes.

He probably thought we’d already had our fight on the terrace.

That night, Elowen and I stayed in the third-floor study until dawn.

Caspian was called in too.

When I played him the recording, his face went dark.

“Has the Hale family lost their minds?”

Elowen shook her head. “Not lost their minds. Just out of money.”

She pulled up several financial reports.

The Hales had expanded too fast over the last two years. Several overseas projects were bleeding money.

They looked golden on the surface, but the cash flow was stretched to the breaking point.

Caspian got it immediately.

“They want the betrothal to lock down Voss Holdings, then ride the energy-storage project back to solvency.”

I asked, “Do they have someone inside the company?”

Caspian didn’t answer right away.

Silence was the answer.

August had stepped back from day-to-day operations over the last few years. A lot of old relationships were deeply tangled. The Hales couldn’t reach in with just Silas’s sweet talk.

Caspian looked at us. “What do you want to do?”

Elowen glanced at me.

I said, “Let him think the show he wants is already on.”

The next morning at breakfast, I dropped my spoon in front of August and Clara.

Not loud, but enough to turn every head.

I looked coldly at Elowen.

“Why are you butting in on my betrothal?”

Clara’s face changed. “Lila?”

Elowen’s eyes reddened instantly.

I had to hand it to her-her acting was better than mine.

She lowered her head, voice shaking. “I was just afraid you didn’t know the Hales. That’s all.”

I laughed coldly.

“Of course you know them. Before I came back, everyone assumed you’d be the one marrying Silas.”

August frowned. “Lila, that’s not fair.”

“Then how should I say it?” I stood up, “Should I say I came back so late that even my fiancé felt like

someone else’s castoff?”

It was ugly.

Clara burst into tears.

My chest tightened, but I didn’t stop.

The performance had to be real, not just for Silas.

There were housekeepers, drivers, cleaning staff in this house. We still didn’t know whose ear was lending

itself to the Hales.

Elowen stood up, face pale.

“If it bothers you this much, I won’t meddle in your life again.”

She turned and walked upstairs.

Her silhouette looked fragile enough to shatter.

I left the dining room with a cold face too.

At the stair landing, I found Elowen leaning against the wall, waiting.

She wiped the corner of her eye and whispered, “That line was a little harsh.”

I lowered my voice. “You cried awfully fast.”

She gave me a look.

“Natural talent.”

I almost laughed out loud.

My phone buzzed.

A text from Silas.

[Lila, don’t be upset. Everything that’s yours, you deserve to take back.]

Elowen caught a glance of it and snorted.

“The fish just took the bait.”