Angela looked up, desperately searching Butler the manager’s and Luke’s faces for even the slightest hint that this was a joke.
But there was nothing.
The owner of Celestial Feast... was Selina.
Selina—the owner? Impossible!
Then the realization hit her like ice water—she had just spent the last half hour bragging about knowing the owner... right in front of Selina herself. Selina must have been laughing at her the whole time.
Across the table, the class president froze, panic flashing across his face.
Wait—Selina was the owner of Celestial Feast?!
He’d come here to beg the owner to delete the surveillance footage, and the owner turned out to be... Selina?!
He shot Angela a desperate look, like a drowning man grasping at a rope.
"Miss Morris, you said you were friends with the owner of Celestial Feast. It can’t be Selina, right? I—I believe you. Hurry, call the owner and expose her!"
Angela swayed slightly, feeling the blood rush to her head.
The class president grabbed her arm, babbling, "It’s not Selina, right? You promised me—if I got Selina here, you’d ask the owner to delete the footage. You can’t go back on your word!"
"Shut up and let go of me!" Angela snapped, her face twisting with fury. What kind of idiot teammate was this?!
"Whoa, whoa, so you’re that scumbag who forced a maid from Taylor Group and then cooked up fake rumors to get her fired?" Luke cut in with a tone of theatrical disgust.
"Miss Morris, the Morris Family is supposed to be a respectable upper-class family, and yet you’re cozying up to this trash and even promised to help him cover up a crime. No wonder you’re a fraud—you’ve clearly got a talent for shady, lowlife tricks."
"You... you all—" Angela’s whole body trembled. She’d already been humiliated enough, and now Selina just wouldn’t let up. They were sisters—why was Selina determined to corner her like this?!
"Butler, deal with them," Selina said without even glancing their way. "And as for the surveillance footage—send it straight to my lawyer."
"Selina!" the class president snarled, his face twisting, "We’re classmates—don’t you have any decency?! You can’t just abuse your power like this!"
Selina gave him a cool sideways glance. "You just said I was abusing my power. So? Get out."
Butler raised a hand, and in seconds, staff had both Angela and the class president being hauled toward the door.
"Oh, and one more thing." Selina’s tone turned almost pleasant, but the weight in her words was sharp. "Miss Morris, about you knowing the class president eight years ago—I’ll be looking into that. You might want to enjoy your current title while you still can."
A shiver ran down Angela’s spine. Enjoy her current title? That meant... once Selina found out the truth, she might lose her identity as the Morris Family’s daughter altogether.
No. No, she couldn’t let that happen!
The moment she was pushed out the door, humiliation burned in her chest. Then, suddenly, her eyes lit up. She grabbed her phone and dialed Joe.
"Dad, it’s me. I was just kicked out of Celestial Feast by my sister. That’s when I found out—she’s the owner of Celestial Feast..."
"That place was Mom’s, wasn’t it? How can she keep it all to herself? It’s not that I’m greedy for Mom’s legacy—it’s just that you were her husband, so of course her things should be managed by you. She didn’t even tell you... I just don’t want you to be wronged."
...
Inside Celestial Feast, once the troublemakers were gone, the room finally went quiet. Butler stepped forward.
"Mr. Reid is here."
Selina nodded, walked forward a couple of steps, and saw Logan.
"So," he asked, "did you get the information you wanted from this little reunion?"
Selina arched a brow. "More than I expected—plus an extra surprise."
A few minutes later, Logan had heard the whole story. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Eight years ago?"
"Mm. Angela’s probably been watching me all this time."
A violent, cold fury rose in Logan’s chest. He shut his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, his voice low and rough.
"There’s something else I need to tell you."
Selina blinked. "What?"
The man looked at her, his voice steady. "Aiden ran the DNA test. Angela is indeed biologically related to you. The reason she was able to surgically alter her face to look exactly like yours is probably because she already had some natural resemblance to begin with."
Father and daughter both only knew how to steal.
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