The CEO's Unplanned Heir novel Chapter 867

Her kidney might match Ryan's, but she wasn't about to give it to him.

Laverne had been a terror back in the day, and she remembered every bit of it. When Laverne got pregnant, she'd strut her pregnancy over to their mom, kicking up a fuss to ruin their peace.

Now, Ryan was on his deathbed. It was their comeuppance!

Marianne relished the thought of such poetic justice.

The world was too lenient, which was why the wicked strutted around without a care.

Leah bit into a slice of pizza, chuckling, "Just enjoy the show, it's like a juicy drama."

Marianne snickered, "I do love a good drama."

No sooner had they finished eating than Quentin called.

Marianne stepped outside to take the call.

Leah polished off the rest of the food, sighing contentedly, "Eating's the best part of my day."

Avery glanced at her, with a tinge of sorrow in his gaze.

Foodies were the most innocent, and innocent girls were easy targets.

Leah gad no family left and nowhere to turn, so he was her only support. He had to protect her.

Every time he thought of Leah, his protective instincts went into overdrive.

"Don't get too chummy with Hyvin. Showbiz is full of scheming boys, way more complicated than you think."

Leah stuck out her tongue, making a face, "There are plenty of scheming girls out there too. Shouldn't you keep your distance from them?"

Avery raised an eyebrow, "Have I ever been close to anyone?"

Avery curled his lips into a sly smile, dangerously charming.

His mood had significantly improved.

Outside the RV, Quentin planned to invite Avery to a dinner back at Elysium after his return.

Marianne scoffed, "Still hoping his sister will invest in you?"

Quentin spoke earnestly, "Dad's trying to help you. I can tell you've got a thing for Avery. He's a hot commodity, with all the heiresses after him. Even though you're his makeup artist, getting his attention won't be easy. You need Dad's help."

Marianne hummed internally, knowing he wasn't out to help her but to fawn on the Hawthorne family.

"No thanks, I can handle my affairs. You better focus on your son. The longer you wait for the transplant, the lower the chances of success. If little brother Laverne won't agree, just have Laverne drag him in. Sometimes you have to force the hand."

At the thought of the Brown family, those ingrates, Quentin was seethed with anger. From now on, they could kiss any favors goodbye. He wanted them out of his life for good.