The Heiress They Betrayed Became the Queen

CH. 02

Chapter 2

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Everyone attending the banquet froze for a moment.

I hadn't expected that the girlfriend my son brought home would be Emilia's child, Juliet Samuel.

Juliet Samuel was an outstanding graduate of Berklee College of Music. She was both sexy and sweet.

Her father was the former wealthiest man, Samuel.

Even my son Giovanni was stunned.

"Mom... when I mentioned Juliet to you before, didn't you really like her?"

"I'd never met her before. Now I have."

Everyone stirred restlessly.

After all, Juliet Samuel's face was a perfect copy of her mother's.

At Berklee, she had even been the beauty pageant champion. Juliet Samuel had never been rejected like this before.

Her face flushed red:

"Is it my manners? Or my outfit? Or something else? Just tell me directly, and I'll change!"

"You don't need to change."

I took a sip of tea:

"You will never be able to marry my son in this lifetime."

"Ms. Christian."

Someone couldn't hold back:

"You may not have heard of Juliet's grandmother.

"She's a philanthropist known both domestically and internationally, and has helped many people."

"That's right. Her grandmother raised this child very well. You don't need to worry about character issues."

Ha. So my mother even cared this much about Emilia's child?

Giovanni also looked at me curiously:

"Mom... did Juliet do something wrong?"

"It has nothing to do with that." I said flatly.

Juliet Samuel grew anxious: "Why!

"Why won't you let me into your family!

"If there's something wrong with me, just say it! Just saying no without explanation, I... I..."

I looked at her: "You what?"

"I won't accept this!"

I narrowed my eyes: "I am the sole head of Christian Group. For my daughter-in-law, if I don't choose you, do I need to submit a report to you?"

"You!"

Juliet Samuel covered her mouth, turned and ran out of the room.

She slammed the door hard. I continued drinking my tea calmly.

The banquet continued.

No one would cross me on my territory.

Giovanni, raised by my own hand, had always respected my opinions:

"Mom, if she offended you in the past, don't keep it bottled up. Be careful not to harm your health."