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The Day I Revealed I Was the Billionaire's Granddaughter

2026-03-03

"Veronica Sinclair, you're nothing but a pretty face used as a trophy. Do you really think Mr. Fitzpatrick would marry you?" Willa Locke's red lips were almost brushing my ear, her voice as sweet as poison. Beneath the crystal chandelier at the annual meeting, with a slight flick of her finger, that plate of braised spare ribs slipped away from my chopsticks. "The future of the Fitzpatrick Group depends on elites like me, not on someone like you who only knows how to sleep with the boss—" "Willa Locke." I cut her off, my knuckles white around the napkin. "Want to have a look at those 'late-night overtime' photos in your inbox?" Her expression froze immediately. "Jerome," I said, holding up my phone for everyone to see, the screen displaying a surveillance screenshot of Willa Locke leaving his apartment late last week. "You said if you're cheating, remember to take it clean." His pupils contracted sharply. "But more importantly—" I dialed an encrypted call in front of him. "Grandpa, it's time to acquire the Fitzpatrick Group." An aged voice carrying a smile came through the phone: "Had enough of playing around, Veronica?"收起

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The crystal chandelier's light spilled over the carved dining table. The steak on the plate was still steaming hot. I picked up the serving chopsticks, aiming for that enticing piece of Braised Spare Ribs. Just as my fingertips touched the chopsticks, the turntable suddenly spun sharply. The Braised Spare Ribs slid to the opposite side. I froze for a moment, then looked up. A young woman in an off-shoulder evening gown was pulling her hand back. Her makeup was exquisite, and her eyes held an unmasked challenge. "Miss Sinclair," she said with a coy laugh, her voice low but clear enough for those nearby to hear, "Mr. Fitzpatrick said we need to watch our image at the annual meeting. Your eagerness to grab meat so quickly is hardly graceful." Muffled snickers rose around us. I tightened my grip on the chopsticks. "Willa Locke," I kept my voice steady, "before reaching again for the rotating tray, shouldn't you see if others are still serving themselves?" Willa Locke raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. "Oh dear, I'm sorry," she feigned innocence, blinking deliberately. "I thought someone like Ms. Sinclair—who only needs to be a decorative vase—wouldn't really mind greasy food." The words "decorative vase" pricked my ears like needles. I was about to retort when a commotion broke out at the banquet hall entrance. Jerome Fitzpatrick had arrived. He wore a sharply tailored black suit, his posture erect—still the most dazzling figure in the crowd. A flicker of hope stirred within me. He is my fiancé and will always have my back. When Willa Locke saw Jerome Fitzpatrick, she instantly withdrew her provocative look and adopted a pitiful expression. "Mr. Fitzpatrick," she hurried to Jerome's side, her voice quivering with tears, "I just accidentally spun the wheel, but Ms. Sinclair snapped at me and even said I didn't know the rules." Jerome Fitzpatrick's gaze landed on me, utterly cold. "Veronica," he frowned, his tone reproachful, "Willa is new and inexperienced; there's no need to hold it against her." I looked at him in disbelief. "She provoked me first and even called me a trophy." I tried to explain. Jerome Fitzpatrick waved his hand, escorting Willa Locke toward the main seat. "Willa is a talent I personally recruited," his voice rang out firmly, "she studied abroad for many years, is exceptionally capable, and represents the company's future." He paused, his gaze sweeping over me with clear displeasure. "As for you, Veronica," his tone grew cold, "why did you offer such a large concession on the Dragon Rise Global Group cooperation deal?" "The company's interests are not something you use to curry favors."

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