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    Keira scoffed. “Fine, but I need to use the restroom first.” She then shot Sandra a meaningful nce.


    Julia, knowing that Keira had no phone with her, allowed her to go.


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    Keira locked the bathroom door, reached beneath her cor, and pulled out a phone hidden in her undergarments. She powered it on and dialed a number. “The DNA test results for Shepard and his supposed illegitimate daughter are in. Get to the Harper residence immediately,” she said urgently.


    “Who’s this?” The voice belonged to a tabloid magazine editor, a contact provided to Keira by a paparazzo.


    Keira hadn’t anticipated needing it before, but now it came in handy. With all her paid contacts detained at the police station, she had no choice but to turn to the media.


    Stepping into the living room, Keira found the Harpers gathered with Ableson’s family. She surveyed the scene, a wry amusement flickering within her at the entourage assembled over what she considered trivial. The Harpers had promised the media at the police station yesterday that they would publicly disclose the results, yet no reporters had shown up now. They were obviously trying to deceive the public.


    In a prominent spot sat two DNA analysts who had collected the samples the previous day, clutching a document with grave expressions.


    Keira silently scoffed, dismissing them as puppets. She believed the Harpers’ wealth could easily sway their words.


    She nced outside. Barely a minute had passed since her call—far too early for the media to arrive. She needed to buy more time.


    “Mr. Harper!” Keira approached Ernst swiftly. “You promised yesterday to announce the results publicly. Why isn’t a single reporter here? What are you scheming?”


    Ernst’s face soured at the sight of Keira. “This is the Harper family’s business. You have no right to meddle.”


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    Keira seized on his words. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you going back on your word? Oh, I get it now—Sandra isn’t Shepard’s daughter, is she? No matter the results, that’s what you’d tell me. Is there any justice left? What are my daughter and I to the rich? Nothing but dirt beneath your feet! We need reporters here now, otherwise I’ll—”


    Brenna’s voice cut through, cold. “You’ll what?”


    Keira met Brenna’s piercing gaze, a chill running through her. The young woman’s stare was sharp, and the man beside her was equally formidable. Forcing herself to stayposed, Keira believed she needed to stall for at least ten minutes, hoping the media would arrive.


    “You agreed yesterday to make the results public. Don’t even think about backing out now. If you refuse to call the media, I swear, as long as I’m breathing, I’ll use you of holding me and my daughter against our will.”


    “Shut up!” Darrell exploded, his patience with Keira long exhausted. “Who do you think you are? You expect Mr. and Mrs. Harper to bow to your demands? Years ago, you took one hundred million from the Harpers and vowed never to show your face again. Did you keep your word? You didn’t—you’re here now. Don’t think I’m blind to your motives; you’re after more money.”


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