The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley)

Gregory regretted it now. If he had known Brittany's biological parents had such powerful backgrounds, he wouldn't have wasted his efforts trying to please Paisley. To please Paisley, he had even gone so far as to kick Brittany out of the house.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be in this passive position now, desperately trying to win Brittany's favor, afraid she would hold a grudge against him for what happened.

He thought it was all Paisley's fault. So, making Paisley apologize to Brittany was only fair.

Gregory immediately started planning-next time he saw Paisley, he would make her apologize to Brittany no matter what. Even if it meant offending Dominick, he wouldn't care.

After all, Brittany had both the Beaumont family and the Godard family backing her. Those two powerful families combined were far stronger than Dominick.

Once Gregory made up his mind, he actually felt more at ease.

*****

In the small garden, Byron watched everything happening in the flower hall through the floor-to-ceiling glass. His aged face was deeply furrowed with

concern.

"That girl is too impulsive and arrogant. I don't know who she takes after," he thought. In his memory, Enya had always been a gentle and composed young woman. She rarely made things difficult for others and wouldn't even raise her voice.

The only time she had ever rebelled was when she refused the marriage he had arranged for her and ran away with that Godard guy.noveldrama

He had met that Godard guy before-always sitting there with a half-smile, unreadable and deep-minded.

His adopted son, Max, had been raised to be just like a Godard. Neither of them was reckless or impulsive people.

Dylan also disapproved of Brittany's behavior and instinctively asked, "Is this Ms. Sullivan really your sister's daughter?"

Byron leaned on his cane and turned to leave. Dylan quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Who knows? It's none of my business," Byron said indifferently. "Max only asked me to find Enya's old best friend. I've already exceeded expectations-not only did I find her friend, but I also found the orphanage where her daughter was adopted."

His cane struck the ground with a muffled thud. "As for whether that girl is really Tyson's daughter, that's not my concern. I'd rather she is—it'd cause more trouble for Tyson. Best case scenario, the Godard family ends up in her hands."

Byron thought, 'Hmph. My sister was dead-why should Tyson get to enjoy a peaceful old age with his daughter by his side?'

Dylan remained silent. He knew Byron was just venting his frustration. Godard family was no ordinary family. The people of the Godard family were all cunning and formidable.

Even someone as outstanding as Max hadn't been fully accepted by them. A mere issue of bloodline had already become an insurmountable barrier between Max and his rightful inheritance.

Only Max himself knew the full extent of the treacherous struggles and near-death experiences he had faced.

If Brittany really was Tyson's daughter, the entire Godard family would unite to oppose her becoming the heir.

Of course, there was still the possibility that Tyson would defy all opposition and forcefully support her. In that case, no one could predict how things would turn out.

Now, all they had to do was wait for Tyson to come to Harrowfell and conduct a paternity test with Brittany. Once the results were out, everything would be settled.

"Still, considering the test hasn't been done yet, isn't it a bit inappropriate for Mr. Morris Beaumont and his wife to call Ms. Sullivan their cousin and bring her here so openly?" Dylan softly asked Byron.

Brittany had just acted so overbearing-she not only drove away Diana's guest but also spoke to Diana disrespectfully.

The worst part was that Morris and Julia condoned her actions and didn't even try to stop her. That was simply unacceptable.

Byron sneered, "I know exactly what

little schemes they're up to.

Whatever Let them be. Best to feed that Sullivan girl's ambitions, make her even more arrogant and

reckless. That way, she'll cause even more trouble for Tyson in the future."

Dylan chuckled, realizing that Byron truly disliked Tyson and was always looking for ways to make things difficult for him.

At the same time, it was clear that Byron genuinely didn't like Brittany either- otherwise, as his own grandniece, he would have doted on her at least a little. Dylan thought, 'Honestly, if Ms. Sullivan had a better character, given her status as Byron's biological grandniece, wouldn't Byron have treated her differently?' Dylan casually said, "Speaking of which, Paisley does resemble Miss Beaumont a little."

Byron recalled Paisley's appearance. He had only caught a quick glimpse earlier and hadn't gotten a close look.

"She does look somewhat similar. But then again, that Christina already bore some resemblance to Enya. It's not surprising her daughter would as well." Byron didn't dwell on it.

*****

After leaving the Beaumont family estate, Paisley remained silent in the car on the way back.

Linna glanced at her from time to time but didn't disturb her. He simply focused on driving.

At that moment, Paisley's mind was in turmoil. She had a thought she desperately wanted to confirm, yet she hesitated. No matter what, there was still one thing she had to do.

Paisley ordered, "Keep an eye on that crew member from last time. He's likely to make another move against me soon."

Before she left the Beaumont family, Christina had said something to her- something truly thought-provoking.

She thought, 'What would happen if I accepted my fate and obediently became Christina's daughter? And what if I refused to accept it and insisted on stirring things up? Since Christina has tried to kill me once, there's no guarantee she wouldn't try again.'

Paisley had a strong feeling that whether Christina wanted to kill her or take her genetic sample, everything she did was for Brittany.

And after seeing Brittany and Christina today, that feeling became even stronger. Just then, her phone vibrated.

It was a WhatsApp message from Nathaniel. She opened it and saw a photo first. In the picture, Nathaniel was wearing a black shirt with the collar unbuttoned, revealing faint traces of his well-defined muscles he looked incredibly seductive. His face had regained its refined charm, with no dark circles under his eyes and

no stubble on his chin. His eyes tilted slightly upward, and his rosy lips curved into an alluring smile.

Right after that, a voice message

came through. "Ms. Sutton! The video just now cut off suddenly. I was deliberately pretending to look exhausted for my mom. I don't

actually look like that-this is what I really look like."

Linna rolled her eyes. "Ugh, so gross."

Paisley was already used to Nathaniel's clingy tone. She simply replied with a brief, "Got it."

It seemed that Diana hadn't told Nathaniel what had just happened. That was for

the best-there was no need for him to know about this mess. Otherwise, he'd have even more trouble staying over there.

Ignoring Nathaniel's playful antics, Paisley shifted her focus back to more serious matters.

Just then, her phone rang again. It was Max.