Chapter 8
Lucille sneered, her arms crossed as she radiated a powerful aura. “Do I need to remind you that this
house is the inheritance left to me by my mother? You all are the ones who should leave!”
Before her death, Lucille’s mother had bequeathed to Lucille a vast inheritance, including the Jules
Villa and 40% of the shares in the Jules Group.
It was much more than the 30% share held by Howard and the 10% share held by each of her other
three brothers.
In other words, Lucille was the largest shareholder and had the most say in the company.
Despite this, the Jules family had been suppressing her and using her as a punching bag.
They were truly heartless and cruel.
Howard’s face changed slightly. “How do you know all this?”
“I not only know that, but I also have the will and property deed in my possession. I didn’t say anything
before out of consideration for our family ties, but now that you’re treating me this way, I won’t be kind
to you anymore!” Lucille sneered.
“This villa belongs to me, and if you don’t want to be kicked out, you’d better listen to me. Otherwise,
don’t blame me for being unkind!”
Hearing this, the three of them were overcome with fury.
Lucille didn’t pay them any more attention and went straight into the house, slamming the door shut
with force.
Charles looked at Howard in disbelief. “Dad! Is what she said true? Did Mom really leave the house to
her?” Howard took a deep breath, indicating that it was true.
This news not only stunned Charles but also hit Zoey hard.
Lucille, who had always bullied her, suddenly became the owner of the villa. How could she accept
this?
“Sorry.” Zoey sobbed, her head bowed. “It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have to
endure this humiliation.”
Howard and Charles looked at her with tenderness. “It’s not your fault, Zoey. Don’t worry, we won’t let
you suffer. I’ll personally teach this heartless girl a lesson someday.”
Howard said so, but he had a different plan in mind.
The will had always been his biggest concern. He didn’t care about the house, but the 40% stake in the
Jules Group was what he valued most.
No, he couldn’t let that rebellious Lucille take it away. He had to figure out how to get the shares back!
In the bedroom.
Madam Dahlia replaced everything with new things and brought in a few more maids to move Lucille’s
belongings into the room.
Lucille stood by the window and gazed at the scenery outside with an indifferent expression.
Madam Dahlia let out a sigh and whispered, “Miss Lucille, given what you’ve done, I believe that they
won’t let this matter slide easily.”
The Jules family was a tough nut to crack. Howard’s indecisiveness and favoritism towards Zoey left
onlookers bewildered.
Charles, on the other hand, was a gullible simpleton who fell for Zoey’s facade and bought into her
false accusations.
Meanwhile, Bernard Jules, the eldest brother, had a heart as cold as ice and didn’t seem to care for
anyone. Yoshua Jules, the second eldest, was the only level-headed one who treated Lucille kindly, but
he left home
years ago to carve his own path, and hadn’t returned since
Now, almost everyone in the Jules family had been deceived by Zoey and stood by her
Lucille glanced back at Madam Dahlia, who was looking at her with a worried expression, and felt a
sense of comfort wash over her.
“Don’t worry about it. Let them do what they want. We’ll confront whatever challenges come our way”
Madam Dahlia let out a sigh. “But why did you suddenly bring up your mother’s will today? It’s
supposedly your last card!”
Howard would definitely try to find a way to make Miss Lucille sign over the shares when he found out
that the will and property deed were in her possession.
Miss Lucille had a gentle and kind-hearted personality and wasn’t cunning like the others. There was a
possibility that she…
“Madam Dahlia, I know what you’re worried about,” Lucille said calmly. “Don’t worry, I won’t give them
at chance.”
Madam Dahlia looked at the confident and unyielding girl in front of her, surprised and unsure of
herself. Was this really the same Miss Lucille who used to be so timid and quiet?
Or was she hiding her true self all along?
Was this the real Lucille now?
If so, then her worries were unnecessary.
Madam Dahlia breathed a sigh of relief. “Then you rest first, I’ll go to the kitchen and make some food
to help you recover.”
“Thank you, Madam Dahlia.”
After Madam Dahlia left, Lucille immediately turned on the computer, inserted the USB flash drive, and
opened the disk.
As she had expected, the contents of the USB had been read and all the surveillance videos had been
cleared. Lucille’s eyes narrowed as a chill ran through her.
What was Joseph up to? He returned her USB and deleted the videos?
Just as Lucille was about to call him to find out the answer, the computer suddenly beeped with an alert
sound
The next second, two videos were remotely transmitted to her.
Lucille stared at the two videos, squinting her eyes.
Then, a line of text appeared on the computer screen. “Were you just badmouthing me?” noveldrama
Lucille furrowed her brows.
Lucille felt a chill run down her spine as she wondered if Joseph had installed some sort of surveillance
in her mind.
How did he know that she had just thought about him?
As she pondered this, a new message appeared on her computer screen. “You’ve misunderstood me.
I’m a good guy. Are you sure you don’t want to apologize to me?”
Accompanied by that was a string of digits.
It was Joseph’s private number.
Even though only a select few would have access to his number, it was now being prominently
displayed to Lucille.
Lucille raised an eyebrow and her fingers flew over the keyboard. Within seconds, the offending
message disappeared.
Did he really expect her to apologize to him by calling his private number?
Dream on!
She closed the computer and went to take a shower.
But when she saw her reflection in the mirror, she froze.
The face looking back at her was the same pale, delicate one that she once looked like previously.
She turned around and removed her top, then examined her back carefully.
It was smooth and unblemished, without the ugly scar that had been there before.
Lucille got dressed again, her eyes dark with thought.
It seemed that the connection between her and the original owner of this body was not a simple one….
On the top floor of the Collins Mansion…
Joseph stood pensively on the balcony of the mansion’s highest floor, his eyes glued to the phone he
held. The anticipated call was still nowhere in sight.
The night breeze blew gently, bringing with it a hint of restlessness.
Culver watched anxiously as Joseph coughed lightly after the wind blew on him.
“Mr. Joseph, please come inside. The doctor said you can’t be exposed to the wind, it will cause a
chill.”
Joseph remained in the same spot, motionless.
Culver’s worry was beginning to get the best of him as he spoke, “Mr. Joseph, why are you so
concerned about Miss Lucille? Was it because she looks like the little girl from ten years ago who
died?”