The Wife In Disguise

In the apartment. Luka was taking a nap, and Grace was sitting on the couch, bored with her phone.

When she received a call from the management saying that Jasmine was looking for her, she was faintly stupefied.

“Who did you say was looking for me?”

“Miss Harper? I’m Jasmine, Louis’ sister.”

Jasmine’s cold, arrogant voice came over the phone.

Grace subconsciously sat up straight.

Her eyes flashed, “Miss Johnson, looking for me for something?”

How did Louis’ half-sister find her?

“Yes! Can you invite me upstairs for a cup of coffee?”

The security in this high-class apartment building was really strict.

Strangers were not allowed in yet.

Louis let them live here, which showed how much he valued them!

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“Okay, I’ll have the manager let you up.”

Grace hung up the phone and sent a quick message out.

“Louis’ sister came looking for me.”

“Oh? Let’s hear what she’ll say.”

The other party quickly sent a message over. Grace replied with “Okay” and got up to make coffee.

It didn’t take long for the doorbell to ring.

Grace walked to the door and looked at the cat’s eye and opened it.

“Are you Miss Johnson?”

Jasmine looked Grace up and down and nodded her head.

“Miss Harper, won’t you invite me in for a seat?”

This woman looked plain. At first glance, her face was a bit similar to Violet.

But the eyes were not as agile as Violet’s.

Her temperament was at best innocent.

“Please.”

Grace made a gesture of invitation.

Jasmine entered, looked around, and let out another mental grunt.

The house looked very high class.

“Miss Johnson, please have coffee.”

Grace put the coffee on the coffee table and gestured for Jasmine to sit.

Jasmine sat down and took a sip of her coffee.

“Nice coffee!”

“Thank you for the compliment.”

Grace sat across from her and smiled lightly, “I used to do it in a hotel and learned a little from the barista.”

Jasmine looked at her carefully and suddenly said, “Miss Harper, I heard that you gave birth to a son for my brother? Did you really give birth to that child?”

The sudden question caused the smile on Grace’s face to lurch and her eyes to flicker.

She looked to Jasmine, “Miss Johnson, what do you mean?”

“Meaning, you’re lying to my brother! That child isn’t even your own, right?”

Jasmine didn’t avert her glance and snapped.

The smile on Grace’s face died down, “Miss Johnson, are you here to cause trouble? Sorry, you are not welcome here, please get out.”

“Yo, still pretending!”

Jasmine pulled out her phone, “Or I’ll call my brother and remind him to do the genetic testing for you and the baby?”

“You …”

Grace’s eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance and she stared at Jasmine, unable to speak.

Jasmine smiled smugly and put the phone down.

“Grace, relax, I didn’t come here today to tear you down. Tell me, whose kid is that anyway?”

She really admired herself too much.

It was just a swindle, and she can get the information she wanted.

Grace was not the child’s real mother at all, so who was the child’s real mother, anyway?

Grace’s facial expression was hard to read, and her eyes were slightly downcast, not knowing what she was thinking.

Jasmine saw that she wasn’t paying attention to her and tried again, “Grace, you don’t have to tell me yourself. What I say a name and if I’m right, you nod your head.”