Bogus Billionaire by Shining Riviera

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Chapter 830

Yvonne strongly believed that the man wouldn’t go easy on Caroline when he got his hands on her. He was like a

ravenous beast that hadn’t tasted meat for a long time.

It would be better if he could help Yvonne get rid of Caroline once and for all. These vicious thoughts kept on

swirling in Yvonne’s head.

Out of the blue, a woman’s voice pulled her out of her daze.

“Yvonne, what are you thinking about? You look like you’re in a trance.”

Shocked, Yvonne almost jumped from her seat. She looked up to see Marietta staring at her, and it made

her panic. “N-nothing.”

“What’s wrong?” Marietta asked, her voice laced with concern.

“I can take you to the hospital if you’re not feeling well.

“I’ve been busy with work these days. That’s why I didn’t have the time to spend with you.” Marietta

sounded apologetic.

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Marietta had just completed a short story. So she had only just realized how much time had passed when she finally

snapped out of the fictional world and back into reality.

She hadn’t seen Yvonne for quite some time. She had quickly called the latter so that they could meet up

at the most famous coffee shop in Macldo.

Yvonne had happily agreed to it. She didn’t lose her temper anymore, much to Marietta’s relief.

However, when Marietta had arrived just now, she had seen Yvonne in a daze. So she couldn’t help but

worry about Yvonne.

“Mom, I’m fine, really.” Yvonne was in high spirits.

“Do you know who I met a few days ago?”

Marietta let out the breath she had been holding. Curious, she asked, “Who was it?”

Yvonne seldom talked about what went on in her life. Even though she had accepted Marietta as her

mother, there was still a wall between them.

That was exactly why Marietta wouldn’t let go of a chance like this to get to know Yvonne better.

“Caroline.”

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Marietta’s froze at the mention of that name.

“What a surprise it was, don’t you think? Besides, I saw her on the Yates family’s cruise ship.”

Yvonne jeered and added, “Do you think she abandoned her husband in Easton to get on the Yates family’s good

side?”

Marietta furrowed her brows. She didn’t like what she was hearing.

If Kirk hadn’t asked her not to reveal his true identity, she would have told Yvonne that there was no better man in

the world than Kirk.

Besides, Caroline was a strong and independent person. She didn’t need to get on anyone’s good side.

“Yvonne, haven’t I told you before not to judge others for fun?”

Marietta expected Yvonne to get mad at her. Surprisingly, the latter wasn’t upset in the least.

Yvonne even held Marietta’s hands in hers and pouted, “Okay then. I won’t say something like this in the

future.”

Caroline no longer had a future, after all.

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Naturally, Marietta didn’t know what was going on in Yvonne’s mind.

She merely assumed that Yvonne had finally managed to get over the anxiety and mixed feelings of accepting her

as her biological mother.

“It’s a wonderful thing that you got to see someone familiar and from Easton as well” said Marietta.

“It must be fate that you got to meet Caroline, so why don’t we invite her to our home?”

For the past few days, when Marietta had been with work, she had drawn inspiration from Caroline

whenever she had faced writer’s block.

It was magical. Whenever Marietta saw Caroline’s writing, she would feel as though she had found herself

a close confidant.

Regrettably, though, the script that she had gotten was an old one Rosalind had sent her a few months

ago.

Marietta wanted to take this opportunity to ask Caroline why she had stopped writing. It would be a pity if

Caroline wanted to stop writing the script once and for all.

Speaking of which, Yvonne seemed to have inherited none of her talents in writing.

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Marietta couldn’t help a sigh from escaping her mouth. Apparently, one’s talents weren’t inheritable.

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