The Framed Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 3 Call Me Daddy

Everyone turned to the door.

A girl stood there-barely 20, wearing a baseball cap, a simple tee, and straight-cut jeans. She looked fresh and youthful, but to the Barlows, she came off as poor and unimpressive.

"Who is this? Who let her in?!" George stood up abruptly, his voice sharp with irritation.

But Sacha's reaction was entirely different. She was thrilled, and her eyes lit up. "Davina! It's really you you've made it!"

Davina glanced at Sacha, the corners of her lips curling into a faint smile. "More like ... I got out."noveldrama

Everyone in the room was surprised when Sacha got so worked up.

Sacha was famously calm and collected, but she was visibly emotional over this girl's arrival. Who is she?

The Barlows looked at each other, puzzled.

"Sacha, do you know her?" Margaret narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Don't tell me she's some secret daughter of yours?"

Sacha had already composed herself. Looking at Davina, she smiled calmly. "She's the one who can save Mom."

Those words hit the room like a thunderclap.

"You've got to be kidding."

"Her? That kid?"

"You've been scammed, haven't you? Top specialists around the world couldn't help Mom- and you think she can?"

"Haha! This is your miracle cure? Sacha, is this some kind of joke?"

...

The mocking voices spilled out, from the elders down to the younger Barlows. One after another, they sneered, questioning Sacha's sanity for putting her faith in a complete stranger. Sacha's face darkened. She said, "Davina's here because I asked her to be. If anything goes wrong, I'll take full responsibility."

Davina ignored the chaos around her and looked directly at Sacha. "Did you bring what I asked for?"

Sacha nodded and said, "I carry it with me at all times-especially today."

She gestured toward her secretary, who immediately retrieved a small rosewood box from a Hermès bag.

Davina opened it, revealing nine silver needles, each as thin as a strand of hair.

She looked satisfied. Carefully closing the box, she asked, "Where's the patient?"

"Hey, you're seriously letting her treat Mom?" George stepped forward to block her path. "Have you lost your mind?"

Davina gave him a single glance and repeated, "I said I can help her."

More objections were brewing when a new voice cut through the tension.

"You seem confident, but what if you can't?"

The voice was smooth, cocky, and carried a teasing edge-like someone who never took anything too seriously.

As he stepped into the room, his tall frame and upright posture radiated a kind of raw

masculine energy and tension that was impossible to ignore.

He was in his early 20s, lean and well-built, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that screamed

money. His features were sharp and symmetrical-almost unfairly handsome.

A single metallic stud glinted on his left ear, adding to the air of defiance and swagger.

Behind him, over a dozen bodyguards flanked the hallway, each radiating a silent, intimidating

aura.

Davina raised her eyebrows slightly.

Now that's a nice body.

And that face? Damn.

Tsk, tsk.

As soon as he entered, the entire family shifted. Even their expressions changed-some into fawning smiles, others into nervous glances.

A few of the younger ones subtly edged backward, intimidated.

"Aunt Sacha," the man said with a cool smirk, nodding toward her.

"What are you doing here?" Sacha asked, surprised but pleased.

Jude Wilson didn't answer. His gaze had already fixed on Davina. He looked her up and down,

his eyes sharp and cold. "You still haven't answered my question, miss. What if you fail?" Davina gave him a lazy grin. "If I fail, you can call me your daughter. But if I succeed, you call me Daddy. Deal?"