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Chapter 459 He hates her to death.
Yvonne and Nikita share the same birthday, but they are not twins.
If Nikita is his biological daughter. The other daughter must be non-biological one.
Felton didn’t expect the truth of the matter to be like this.
All people in the school said that Nikita was the adopted daughter of Swift family. No one confirmed the
authenticity of this matter.
But such rumors must be spread by someone.
It is not difficult to guess who originally spread this rumor.
As soon as Felton made a sound, Patrick and Margot suddenly changed their attitude.
Especially Margot, she looked up at him. There was no anger in her eyes anymore. She opened her
mouth and said in a gentle voice: “Are you Young Master Lambert, Yvonne’s good friend?”
Felton paused and frowned: “Good friend?”
Margot showed a big smile on her unkind face with flattery in her eyes: “Yvonne often mentioned you
with us. You are good friends.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYoung Master Lambert, although Yvonne is not my biological daughter, I treat her as my own daughter.”
“She has been in the Swift family for more than ten years and has long been a member of
our family.”
Margot was afraid that Felton would be dissatisfied with Yvonne because of this matter, so immediately
said, “Yvonne is smart, filial and sensible. She is the pride of her father
and me.
Besides, she has already registered the household registration of Swift family. From the legal point of
view, she is our biological daughter.” xo.com fast update
When Felton heard it, his face darkened.
What the fuck?
When did he and Yvonne become good friends?
Samuel and Tobin were also confused. They looked at each other, as if they both saw a line of words
“Are you kidding me?” on their faces.
Felton treated Yvonne in such a different way.
Yvonne actually said they were good friends?
And, did they mishear just now? Nikita turned out to be the biological daughter of Swift family, but
Yvonne was not their daughter?
What is the Swift family doing?
Their biological daughter was abducted and suffered hardships in the countryside.
But non-biological one lived a superior life with no worries about food and clothing at home. She has
become their dearly loved person.
Speaking of their non-biological daughters, both of them showed their love.
But they treat their biological daughter coldly. They seemed to be accusing Nikita just
now
It’s really a funny joke.
This couple is brainless.
“Yvonne told you that we were good friends?” Felton even laughed out because of anger.
Margot was stunned when she noticed his voice was strange. She looked at him and felt a little strange
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmin the mind..
Why did Young Master Lambert treat them in such an attitude?
He likes Yvonne, doesn’t he?
Then he should be very polite to them.
Why didn’t he even call them uncle and aunt?
Margot was confused in her heart, but she didn’t think too much. She smiled and said, “Yes, Yvonne
often mentioned you to us and said that you took good care of her at.
school.
Her father and I wanted to express our thanks in person long time ago, but we have never
found a chance.”
“We finally met Young Master Lambert today. Thank you for taking care of Yvonne.”
“Yvonne, that bitch really said so?” Before Felton could speak, Tammy sneered and ridiculed them
mercilessly. “She is so shameless. Obviously, my cousin hates her very much and doesn’t even want to
say a word to her. She actually said that they are good friends?”
“And my cousin takes good care of her?
It’s hilarious. She must live in a dream.