Chapter 737
Even though a faint voice in the back of her mind warned her that something felt off, Lacey blindly trusted her niece.
Sera would never steer her wrong.
“You kids are so clever. I’ll rely on you to take me there tomorrow, Sera p>
Lacey was willing to stoop to any level if it meant reclaiming her daughter.
Sera mentally exhaled in relief, having braced herself for a much longer, exhausting manipulation tactic.
She couldn’t believe how pathetically gullible her aunt really was!
“Of course, Lacey. I’d do anything to see you and Mira reunited p>
“You’re such a sweet girl. When you two get married, I’ll make sure to gift you a massive wedding check p>
“You’re far too generous, Lacey p>
A brilliant, deceitful smile bloomed on Sera’s face.
As soon as they stepped out of the apartment, Lawrence grabbed Sera’s arm and whispered, “Make sure you pick the absolute perfect location.
“It needs to be seemingly secluded, but close enough to the main foot traffic.
“The second she starts making a scene, a massive crowd needs to be able to swarm them instantly p>
“Relax, darling, I have it all figured out.
“God, I am literally counting down the seconds until I get to watch Mira get completely ripped apart by a furious mob p>
“Just make sure you record every glorious second of it and send it to me,” Lawrence smirked.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pressed a hungry kiss against her neck. “I’m not going home tonight. I’ve been craving you all week p>
His hand boldly slid down the collar of her blouse p>
“You’re terrible!” she giggled, slapping his chest playfully.
Back in the present, Lacey meticulously inspected her reflection in the mirror one last time, making sure her outfit was entirely flawless.
She refused to embarrass her daughter with anything less than perfection.
She carefully tucked a stack of Mira’s childhood photos into her designer purse, along with a box of Seashell Pralines, her daughter’s absolute favorite treat.
“You’ve put so much thought into this, ma’am. I just know everything will work out for you today,” Greta Marsh commented as she helped tidy up.
The loyal maid offered her encouraging words with a warm smile.
Greta honestly couldn’t comprehend how any daughter could turn her back on such a gentle, devoted mother.
Especially one with such incredible wealth.
She was certain that if Lacey ever decided to adopt, a million girls would kill for the chance to call her mom.
At the sound of a sharp knock, Lacey’s face lit up with joy, and she hurried to open the door herself. “Sera p>
“Eleanor? What are you doing here? Where is Sera? Didn’t she come with you p>
“Why the hell would Sera be here? Doesn’t she have classes to attend p>
Eleanor frowned deeply, her sharp gaze locking onto Lacey’s eyes.
“Sera said… she said p>
“What exactly did that girl tell you p>
Eleanor bypassed her, stalking
straight into the living room and taking a seat on the sofa radiating an absolutely terrifying aura of authority.
Lacey flinched, instantly intimidated into blurting out the truth.
“Sera said she was going to take me to the university p>
Lacey’s voice was barely a whisper.
Despite claiming she trusted her niece, a wave of inexplicable guilt washed over her.
She had been terrified of her mother since childhood, and that primal fear remained completely intact.
It wasn’t just her; all three of the Quinn siblings shook in their boots around Eleanor.
That suffocating control was exactly why Lacey had developed a subconscious urge to rebel the second she married and escaped the estate.
But brutal reality had proven time and time again that Eleanor was always right.
Lacey’s past rebellion had nearly destroyed her life, dragging her into a living nightmare p>
Widowed at a young age, Eleanor wouldn’t have survived the ruthless corporate wolves or protected the Quinn empire and her three children
if she wasn’t a master strategist.
“To the university? You don’t take classes there, so what possible business do you
have on a college campus p>
“Sera… Sera said she was going to help me see Mira p>
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Eleanor’s heart slammed against her ribs in sheer fury, her vision swimming as Mrs. Higgins rushed forward to rub her back and soothe her.
“Deep breaths, Mrs. Quinn. Please, she isn’t worth a heart attack.
“Remember what you promised Mira before we left p>
At that moment, Eleanor’s burning rage wasn’t entirely directed at Lacey; it was laser-focused on Seraphina.
“I honestly thought Sera was just vain and stupidly blind to morality when she decided to marry Lawrence.
“But now I see the truth. Her heart is completely rotten.
“That girl is absolutely beyond redemption p>