When the Family Reads the Fake Heiress‘ Mind
Chapter 198 More Mature Than He Thought
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Even as her thoughts churned wildly beneath the surface, Jean kept her face carefully composed.
She refused to let this woman catch so much as a flicker of emotion.
“Ma’am.. I really don’t understand what you’re talking about…” Jean furrowed her brow in confusion, eyes shimmering with fear. Even now, with her cover nearly blown, she clung to her last defense–denial. No matter what, she was determined to keep up the act.
The woman’s grip tightened.
Jean felt her collar yank upward, pulling hard against her throat. The pressure made it hard to breathe- like her neck was being squeezed in a vice.
“Don’t try to outsmart me,” the woman said coldly, each word cutting like glass. “I’m not falling for it.”
Jean blinked once, slowly, and bit her lip.
But in her mind, thoughts were racing.
I need a way out. Fast.
Confessing? Out of the question.
If she admitted anything, this woman would definitely finish the job herself.
It was obvious she was after Abyssal Choir.
But Jean also knew she couldn’t just stand here and do nothing. She had a bad feeling this woman w actually snap her neck if pushed too far.
Her lungs burned with every breath. She looked up, opened her mouth to speak-
“You can let her go now.”
A voice cut through the tension–low, calm, and ice–cold.
Jean’s eyes widened in disbelief, her heart suddenly skipping faster.
And then-
A tall, dark figure stepped into view, sharp against the glare of daylight. Even through her blurred vision, she could see him clearly.
Carl
He wasn’t in his usual black uniform this time. Instead, he wore a dark gray overcoat, like he’d just walked off the set of a spy drama.
He looked the same as always–tall, sharp–featured, and stoic. Even bathed in the soft glow of sunlight, he still radiated a quiet, menacing chill.
The woman froze for a split second when she saw him.
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Chapter 198 More Mature Than He Thought
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But she didn’t let go. She simply turned her head and raised a brow. “Let her go? Do you even know who she-”
“Let go,” Carl said, his tone suddenly sharper, colder. “Then talk.”
The weight of his gaze was like a hammer, all calm fury and quiet dominance.
The woman’s lips twitched in protest, but after a few seconds of hesitation, she finally dropped her hand.
Jean took a shaky step back and coughed softly, then exhaled a deep breath–like she’d been underwater and finally surfaced for air.
Relief hit like a wave.
“Oh, you want me to play nice?” The woman scoffed, shooting Jean a look full of disdain. “Fine. Let me introduce myself.”
“Kid, the name’s Queenie. I’m a senior officer with Secret Service. We’re currently investigating a mysterious group that’s been active in Blairford lately. Maybe you’ve heard of them–Abyssal Choir?”
Jean kept her head down and listened. So far, everything tracked.
This woman was just like Carl–also from Secret Service.
Only her title was higher than Jean expected: senior officer.
But Carl still outranked her. That explained why, despite all her reluctance, she had no choice by foll his orders and let go of Jean.
Carl, meanwhile, stayed silent–calm, unreadable–but his attention didn’t waver from Jean.
He was listening to her thoughts.
And the more he heard, the more surprised he became
Even now, under pressure… she’s analyzing the situation clearly. No panic, no flinching.
She was more composed–more mature–than he’d expected.
