Chapter 446
At that moment, in South City, inside the villa where Vivian King lived, a whole room of people sat gathered together. Old ones, young ones, men, women—everybody was talking at once, the air already tight.
“Is everyone here p>
“Yeah, everyone p>
“Only Miss Vivian is missing. She’ll be here any minute p>
“Good p>
The very next second, the mood dropped hard.
“What exactly has the clan head been doing lately p>
“No clue. I seriously can’t read him at all p>
“Before this, he threw a huge banquet at Palace Residences, invited all the top families in the country to witness some daughter-recognition ceremony, and then… in the end, after making such a massive fuss, he recognized an adopted daughter p>
“Fine, whatever, if he wants to adopt a daughter, then adopt one. An adopted daughter doesn’t carry the King name anyway. He could adopt a hundred of them and not one would get into the royal family register. Not inviting us old King family people, sure, rude, but fine. But then I heard that at the banquet, he suddenly made his biological daughter public p>
“What kind of move is that supposed to be p>
“Wasn’t his real daughter dead years ago? How did she just pop back up out of nowhere p>
“Not dead. To be exact, she went missing. He’s been sending people out to look for her all these years and got nothing. Then out of nowhere, boom, he found her. And her background? Not simple at all. She’s the daughter of Veridia’s richest man, and the wife of that famous sharpshooter everyone knows p>
None of them acknowledged Tobias Hastings as the richest man in Sion.
In their eyes, the King family was the only real top dog, rich enough to rival a nation. That arrogance was carved into every King family member from the day they were born. They believed they stood above all others, while everyone else was basically trash.
These people didn’t even need to work. As long as they carried the surname “King,” they could live off enormous annual dividends without lifting a finger.
So naturally, they acted even more smug.
Even more full of themselves.
Every single one of them kept their chin tipped high, looking at people through their nostrils like that was normal.
“The clan head affects the whole family with every move he makes. Announcing his biological daughter at the adopted daughter’s engagement banquet—something this huge—and he didn’t invite a single King family member, didn’t explain one word to anyone in the family. So of course we all thought he was just bringing his daughter back, nothing more, and had no plan to let her return to the ancestral line p>
“But look at the situation now p>
“That girl suddenly showed up in Northaven. What does that mean? Come on, we all know p>
“The clan leader is going to bring Lisette Cavendish back into the family p>
A heavy silence slammed down over the room. At last, someone couldn’t hold it in anymore and spoke up, breaking the weird, suffocating stillness. “We’re all people who stand with Miss Vivian. We’ve watched her grind through all these years, step by step, finally getting close to the heir’s seat. And now the imperial daughter just pops back in and wants to snatch her place? No way. We can’t just sit here and do nothing p>
“But… what are we supposed to do p>
“Choosing the heir was always the clan leader’s call. If he wants, he can announce Lisette Cavendish as the successor without even asking us. We can’t stop him at all p>
“Yeah, exactly p>
Everyone looked seriously stressed.
That was exactly why, the second they heard the news, they all rushed over to Miss Vivian’s villa.
More people meant more ideas. Maybe if they put their heads together, they could figure out some way through this mess.
“I’ve got it p>
Someone suddenly shouted, his voice full of surprise.
Just as everyone turned their heads at once and stared at him, waiting for some genius move, the sharp sound of high heels striking the floor rang out.
That sound p>
Miss Vivian was here!
Every single person in the room immediately looked toward the doorway.
Vivian King strode in with fierce momentum, dressed in a crisp women’s suit: a black blazer, a white shirt, a knee-length pencil skirt, and a pair of ten-centimeter heels that hit the ground with pure pressure.