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    He also handed over another deed. “This is for a 5,000-square-footmercial space. It’s yours as well.”


    Then came a bank card, a certificate of deposit, and two sets of car keys, every item ced in Patrick’s hands, one after another.


    The message couldn’t have been clearer: Patrick was his heir, and no one should think otherwise.<fna560> Checktest chapters at find?novel</fna560>


    Fay’s face was tight with envy, while her parents were frozen in stunned silence. Jayceon’s actions left no doubt—he wanted Fay’s family to understand that his assets were already spoken for, and Patrick would inherit his fair share.


    Fay’s father looked ready to protest, but Fay grabbed his arm and shook her head firmly.


    “Please, let’s not make a scene. I’m aware of this,” Fay whispered.


    Her father’s voice was tinged with fury. “How can you stand for this? Don’t you see, you’re just a substitute in his eyes?”


    Fay didn’t even flinch. “Do you want to know why he decided to marry me, Dad?”


    That stopped him cold. Understanding shed across his face, and he had nothing more to say.


    He let out a weary sigh and stepped back with his wife.


    The Warren family might not have had much standing, but Jayceon’s gifts for them—ten million, two homes, and a pair of luxury cars—were more than enough for them to boast.


    Only now did Fay’s father piece it together that Jayceon’svish gifts had nothing to do with generosity.


    It was because his daughter was a stand-in for the woman Jayceon truly loved. There was no greater insult.


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    Jayceon was doing this not just to give properties to his son; it was also a clear warning for the Warren family not to get any ideas about his wealth.


    “Thanks, Dad! And congrattions!” Patrick said as he shed a bright smile. He gathered up the paperwork and passed it to Ellie, and the three of them made their exit, hands linked.


    Ellie wore a triumphant smile, riding a wave of satisfaction.


    She didn’t care about the money or the properties. What mattered was Jayceon’s public stance. This was thepensation she’d waited for. Jayceon had finally acknowledged his son in front of everyone. Ellie’s trip hadn’t been in vain, and she’d managed to get back at the Russell family. She wanted them to see that, even without marriage, Jayceon still treated her and her son well. And she knew that fact alone would infuriate them.


    Colden looked unhappy but chose to stay silent.


    Jayceon’s stepmother shot Ellie a venomous look, her nails digging into her palms. If not for the crowd, she would have pped Ellie.


    The Russell family’s standing had plummeted, and they now clung to Jayceon’spany just to save face. Colden wasn’t about to risk angering him.


    Brenna, meanwhile, was more than pleased with how things had turned out. She spotted Ethan and Ernst among the groomsmen.


    The following morning, Brenna headed to the office. Lorna entered with a fresh cup of coffee, her face lit up with gossip.


    “Boss, you have to see this,” she said.


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