Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 162

But the meaning was already crystal clear.

Jessica couldn’t help but notice the way Melvin looked at her–his gaze was loaded with impatience and obvious disdain.

These past few days, Melvin’s mind had been all about Sienna.

Now he was even sizing her up against Sienna, regretting that he had taken her home and kicked Sienna out.

Jessica’s anger was boiling over, her nails digging so hard into her palms that it almost hurt. But she forced a smile and said. “Dad, listen to me. In a few days, there’s a big shot in Orlathis City throwing a huge coming- of–age party for his granddaughter. I can get us an invitation!”

“With someone like that hosting, you can bet all the top families and elite power–players in Orlathis City will be there. If we show up, there’s no way we won’t come home with some investment!”

“A big shot?” Melvin stared at her, clearly not buying it. As if Jessica could ever know someone at the top of the food chain.

After all, Jessica was just a regular girl, raised in an ordinary working–class family.

The Grant family was already the biggest name she’d ever managed to get close to.

‘No way she could ever get her hands on an invitation from someone that powerful,‘ Melvin thought, shaking his head.

Just hearing his voice made her brain short–circuit, instantly replaying that insane, totally embarrassing

dream.

Sienna couldn’t help it–those wild forced–love scenes from her dream with Mason instantly flashed back into

her mind.

It’s all Redfang’s fault!‘ Sienna grumbled to herself.

But then she remembered–now that she and Mason were living under the same roof, it was basically impossible to avoid bumping into him.

Sure, she might dodge him today, but sooner or later she’d still have to face the music.

She gave her face a vigorous rub, then got up to open the door.

When she opened the door, there he was.

Mason stood tall and striking in the doorway, his face–proud, devilishly handsome, almost blindingly beautiful–immediately caught her eye.

From this angle, the golden morning sunlight spilled down, bathing him in a soft, hazy glow.

The light and shadow blurred together, creating a dreamy, almost surreal atmosphere.

It made his face look even more dangerously captivating–like he was straight out of a fantasy, impossible to resist.

He was wearing just some simple loungewear, but no matter how low–key he dressed, that royal, lazy energy just radiated off him.

When Sienna opened the door, he flashed that signature troublemaker grin–lazy, mischievous, totally irresistible.

“Sienna.” Mason drawled out her name, playful and drawn–out, like he was teasing her with every syllable.

His voice carried a sleepy, morning–rough huskiness, shot through with laughter and just a hint of flirtation.

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