My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul



After a full day and night of adjustment, Maisy finally recognized the reality of her situation. She had lost all desire to live.

But now, even death felt like an impossible luxury.

Refusing to eat was pointless. They had her on a nutrient drip. She wouldn't admit to those things they accused her of-because if she did, she would be locked away. No one would take care of her in prison.

Only Janine could help her. Janine was her birth mother and would surely take good care of her.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

That was why Maisy had asked the police to find her, hoping Janine would get her a lawyer. She could pin all her actions on others. Now, she was the victim through and through.

She was the one who had suffered. If she hadn't been switched at birth and instead grown up in the countryside, naïve and cherished by her family, none of this would have happened. She could have been a simple, naïve, and innocent woman.

She could even be the type that all those wealthy heirs would fall for.

None of this was her fault. It never had been. Her fate was rewritten before she could even choose it.

Janine was to blame, and so was Skylar. It was Skylar who had stolen her life. If she had been born as Skylar, she would be the one married to Joe. As Maisy's thoughts spiraled, her resentment deepened. She seethed, thinking of the Williams family.

If only they had managed to keep the family together and pushed the company into the global top five hundred-but no, they went bankrupt instead. Kenny and Peter were clueless, one worse than the other.

Samuel's acting wasn't even up to par with Charles'. He won award after award and made absurd amounts of money.

Thinking of all this made Maisy feel the bitterness of her life intensely. Words couldn't capture that kind of suffering.

That was why Janine had to support

her, to get her treated in the best

hospital, even abroad. She

convinced herself that she would recover, clinging to this idea with fierce determination until Janine finally arrived.

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Before coming, Janine had heard all about Maisy's situation. Steven had mentioned it to her yesterday, though he had held back to avoid alarming her too much. Now, with everything laid bare, Janine could only sigh and think of the families of afPthe victims.

As a mother herself, Janine knew all too well the pain of losing a child. Just thinking about it made it hard to breathe. Maisy had hurt so many people and felt no remorse.

The police didn't have any evidence to identify who had left Maisy in this broken state. But there was a mountain of proof pointing to Maisy's crimes, with more emerging every day.

When Janine saw Maisy lying battered and helpless in the hospital bed, her expression grew deeply conflicted.

She seemed momentarily lost for words, and Maisy stared back at her.

Maisy gestured to a pen and a writing board beside her. She wanted Janine to know what she was thinking, but Janine glanced at the items without moving to pick them up.

Instead, she looked at Maisy with a conflicted expression and spoke slowly, "I know what you're going to say you're denying everything you've done and want me to get you out of here, isn't that right?"

Maisy was surprised by Janine's insight. She had guessed her intentions immediately. Maisy blinked her eyes in quick agreement.

Janine nodded. "You're already in

your late 20s soon to be 30. You're

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an adult, Maisy. Adults have to take responsibility for their actions. You've hurt so many people and done so much wrong. It's time to own up, sincerely apologize to the families you've hurt, and not think you can escape it all."

At this, Maisy's eyes widened, her shock leaving her speechless. She could hardly believe what she had just heard.