?<strong>Chapter 591:</strong>


    Kallie reached out, sping Saniya’s hand with a sly smile. “Let’s make a deal. I’ll help you get back in Ernesto’s good graces, and you let me live. What do you say?”


    Saniya’s eyes darted around, calcting. Then, a smile bloomed on her face. “Sounds like a n.”


    But beneath the surface, Saniya harbored her own agenda. For now, Kallie was a pawn in her game. Whether Kallie lived or diedter on would depend on her whims when the time came. If Ernesto insisted on Kallie’s demise after the delivery, she would dly obey.


    Kallie appeared delighted with their arrangement.


    Saniya watched Kallie’s smile with an inward snort. Kallie thought she was the smart one? h!


    Saniya was not reconciled. How had someone like Kallie managed to capture Ernesto’s attention?


    Suddenly, a wave ofmotion swept through the crowd. Everyone knew the moment had arrived. The esteemed guests of the banquet were about to make their grand entrance.


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    Ernesto’s trusted aides huddled together, their voices hushed in conspiratorial whispers.


    “Did you hear? Mr. Perry’s long-lost daughter was found ages ago, but she refused to return. Now, something’s changed her mind.”


    “I heard she’s a powerful figure. Mr. Perry wouldn’t be so keen to recognize her as his own otherwise.”


    Saniya and Kallie exchanged nces, their curiosity piqued.


    Saniya, in particr, couldn’t contain her excitement. She stretched her neck, eager to catch a glimpse.


    The sound of approaching footsteps drew everyone’s attention. A phnx of imposing bodyguards entered first, clearing a path.


    Then, a vision in an elegant evening gown stepped into the spotlight.


    The woman was strikingly beautiful, her every movement exuding grace. Yet, her stunning face remained impassive, a mask of cool indifference. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, captivated by her beauty.


    Amidst the group’s admiration, only Kallie’s and Jake’s faces contorted in shock.


    Kallie stumbled, her legs nearly giving way. She grabbed onto a nearby table to keep herself upright.


    The crowd was so enthralled by the neer that no one noticed the subtle shift in Kallie’s expression. The woman who had just entered was none other than Anna.


    Kallie’s mind raced. What the hell was going on? Wasn’t Anna an orphan? How the hell did Anna be Ernesto’s daughter?


    Anna was a far cry from the slightly unhinged woman Kallie remembered. Now, she exuded elegance and grace, her warm smile inviting and disarming.


    Ernesto beamed with pride, his daughter’s presence clearly a source of immense joy. If his legs hadn’t betrayed him, he would have risen to wee her personally. “My darling daughter,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.


    Griffin gestured toward Anna.


    Anna hurried over, taking Ernesto’s hand in hers. “Dad,” she said, her smile sugary sweet.


    “Good girl.” Ernesto chuckled, clearly delighted. His smile was warm and genuine, a stark contrast to his usual chilly facade.


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