The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

From the moment he was born, Paul was spoiled rotten, a trait he undoubtedly inherited from his father, who was equally incapable of reading the room.

And Rosalynn? She was not someone you crossed, not openly anyway.

"All the missing pieces seem to have been accounted for now. The real issue at hand is the will," Rosalynn said, her gaze returning from the window, her emotions unreadable. "I heard it straight from Brisa herself; she made her will ironclad. Why the sudden dispute?"

Paul, red-faced with fury, retorted, "Because Jameson practically worked our great-grandmother to death! He doesn't deserve a single penny of her estate!"b2

"Yeah, he exhausted the poor Brisa. How could such a disgraceful descendant be entitled to anything she left behind?" Some echoed.

"But Brisa intended for him to have it. Lawyer, tell me, is there anything in the will that could invalidate it?" Rosalynn turned to her lawyer.

"Ms. Tesdal, I've reviewed the will thoroughly," the lawyer assured, "and Brisa Davis' wishes are meticulously outlined. There's no room for contention; it's all by the book."

"Not meticulous! We can't let the inheritance go to someone who killed my great-grandmother! It wouldn't matter who came today!" Paul raged again.

"Aunt Felix, he's so scary... I'm scared..." Ivy suddenly tugged at Felix's sleeve, her eyes wide with fear.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Rosalynn glanced at Ivy, remaining silent.

Felix patted Ivy's hand gently. "Don't worry, miss, I'll handle this."

Before anyone could react, Felix stepped forward and, quick as lightning, smacked Paul's face not once, but twice. "What's all this shouting about? You're frightening the children! Have you no decency?" Stunned, Paul spat out a string of expletives, his fists balling up for a counterattack.

Felix swiftly kicked him in the gut, sending him flying.

"Oh, my boy!" Helena cried out, rushing to his side.

"Felix, what's gotten into you?" Rosalynn frowned, scolding him. "That's completely out of line. I'm docking three months' pay."

"Yes, ma'am!" Felix replied instantly, stepping back into place.

"Are you all okay over there? Should I call an ambulance? My bodyguard is overly protective of my daughter; he can't stand to see her upset. His temper got the best of him, and for that, I apologize. We will cover all medical and compensation costs," Rosalynn said with a voice so tender and reasonable.

"We don't want your dirty money! Let him come here; I'll hit him back!" Paul shouted as he struggled to his feet, pain contorting his face as he sought to regain some dignity, pointing at Felix.

"That won't do," Rosalynn replied with feigned concern. "You see, he's a renowned hitman. I've spared no expense to ensure my daughter's safety. If you try to hit him... he will undoubtedly retaliate. And if he loses his temper... well, I can't control him!"

Felix inwardly reveled in the wild hitman persona his boss had crafted for him.

Paul's face went pale upon hearing of Felix's supposed past.

Felix locked eyes with him, a stare so intense Paul felt as if it could physically strangle him.