Chapter 254

After finishing her training, Lucy White wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Her phone buzzed incessantly with notifications about the plummeting stock prices of the Gould Group and Von Jewelry.

A faint smirk curled her lips as she tossed the phone into her bag.

Ever since the ancestral gravesite's feng shui had been tampered with, the Goulds' new projects had collapsed one after another, while their existing ventures faced constant mishaps.

Old Mr. Gould lay in his VIP hospital bed, his blood pressure spiking in fury.

"Chairman, the doctor said if you continue like this—" His assistant hesitated.

"Get out!" The old man hurled a glass across the room.

Gasping for breath, he dialed Grace White's number.

"Your daughter has gone too far!" he snarled, only to be met with a cold laugh.

"Mr. Gould, perhaps you should worry about your illegitimate child first."

The dial tone that followed was deafening.

At the Von family estate, the air was thick with tension.

"Grandfather, I—" Felix Von began, only to be cut off.

"Silence!" The patriarch slammed his palm on the table. "As of today, you're no longer the heir!"

Fiona Von dug her nails into her palms until they drew blood.

In a hospital corridor, she handed a sealed envelope to a nurse.

"Expedited paternity test. I need the results today."

Meanwhile, Frederick Von's secretary carried another sample into a different hospital.

Lucy sat cross-legged on her balcony, two bowls of water before her.

With a flick of her finger, a talisman ignited without a spark.

"Fiona Von, I hope you're ready for this gift."

In the lab, a doctor adjusted his glasses.

"Miss Von, the results are in."

Fiona tore open the report—and turned deathly pale.

"No... this can't be!"

Felix snatched the document, his eyes widening.

"Sis... you and Dad... you're not related?"

Suddenly remembering something, he lowered his voice. "Then those rumors online—"

"Shut up!" Fiona dragged him out. "We're asking Mom!"

In the hospital room, Giselle Gould was painting her nails.

"Mom!" Fiona threw the report onto the bed. "Explain this!"

Giselle glanced at it idly—then froze.

"This... this is impossible..."

Her hands trembled as she scanned the document repeatedly.

Fiona's eyes burned with unshed tears. "Whose daughter am I really?"

Outside, dusk deepened.

A greater storm was gathering.