Chapter 871:
Brendon rubbed his temples, clearly done with the whole conversation. “I have work to deal with. I’m going to the study.” He turned and walked off without another word.
Yolanda made a move to follow, but Joselyn subtly raised a hand, signaling her to stay put.
Once Brendon was out of earshot, Joselyn leaned in and whispered, “I’ve got an idea that might just get us that painting.”
Katie caught Yolanda’s gaze, and they both turned to Joselyn. “So, what’s the plan?” they chimed, almost as if they’d practiced it.
“Come closer,” Joselyn beckoned with a curl of her finger, motioning for them to lean in. Brimming with pride, she began to lay out her strategy. “We’ll strike while Bethel is…”
Their curiosity quickly shifted to enthusiasm as Joselyn’s plan unfolded, and a spark of excitement flashed in their eyes.
Katie threw her arms around Joselyn, practically bouncing with delight. “How did you even come up with that? You’re a genius, Mom!”
Joselyn smirked, clearly enjoying the compliment. “Naturally. I always am.”
But Yolanda hesitated, her brow furrowed with concern. “Are you sure Bethel will go along with this?”
“She won’t cause any trouble. I’m banking on her being soft-hearted when it comes to that bitch Christina,” Joselyn snapped, her voice edged with anger at the mention of Christina.
Bitterness welled up inside Joselyn whenever she thought of Christina. If she could, she’d tear Christina apart. Christina had somehow managed to trick Bethel out of the Dawson family mansion and even wormed her way into getting the valuable painting that could have turned everything around for the Dawson family.
𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝗀ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀꞉ⅽ𝗈𝗆
To Joselyn, Christina was nothing but a nuisance.
Katie looped her arm through Yolanda’s and tried to put her at ease. “Don’t fret, Yolanda. My mom’s plan will work. You’ll see. Everything will go exactly the way she said.”
With Katie’s unwavering belief and the mother-daughter team handling the details, Yolanda finally allowed herself to relax. And even if disaster struck, at least it wouldn’t fall on her shoulders.
At Bayview Estates, the atmosphere felt tense.
Dylan kept glancing at the clock, nerves eating away at him as he wondered how to broach the subject with Christina. He kept running through possible ways to start, but every line sounded off in his head.
Trying to shake off his anxiety, he wandered between the living room and the villa’s front door, stealing glances out into the courtyard, wishing he’d see her car any second.
The wait seemed endless. Dylan would stand by the entryway for a while, then drift back inside, only to repeat the process over again.
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