Coolest Girl in Town (Elise and Alexander) novel Chapter 827

Chapter 827 I’ve Been Posing as You

Onyx’s expression kept changing throughout their conversation before it settled into a cold look. “I’m not interested in living in your house either. I would’ve long moved out of the house if I’m not looking after it for your mother. Are you implying that I have to pay your debts for living in the house? Dream on! We’ll move out right away. There’s no way I’ll take over your debts.”

At the end of his words, he turned to Lyra and ordered, “What are you waiting for? Grab some help and pick up the things.”

Sighing, Elise feigned hurt as she fell onto the sofa.

As she had briefed the children on her plan beforehand, the trio wasn’t worried about her feelings getting hurt, but gathered around her nonetheless as their curiosity piqued.

Their curiosity had created a miserable scene of the mother and her children cuddling against each other for comfort from Onyx’s perspective. Looking at them, he was even more sure of his guess, in which Anastasia had to come home because she was heavily indebted.

Thirty minutes later, as his resolution to leave the house reached its peak, he yelled at the people from downstairs. “Enough! Just pick some clothes. The documents are more important. We can come back later if you left anything behind.”

The pathetic look on her face had driven him to make the resolution of leaving the house as soon as possible, or else he would get himself tangled up in their business. He wouldn’t want to waste even a penny of his hard-earned money on them.

A few minutes later, Lyra and the servant rushed down the stairs with some suitcases in tow.

He walked over to the duo and took one of them before he pushed the suitcase toward the door without wasting a second.

A wheel fell off of Lyra’s luggage on their way to the exit. Seeing she was struggling to pull the luggage, he shoved the handle of the suitcase he was pulling into her hand. Then, he carried hers on his shoulder and dashed off of the house.

Walking over to the French windows, Elise looked at their hilarious behavior and couldn’t help but chuckle.

Irvin stood beside her. “Mommy, since when do we owe Mr. Yorkson money?”

“Winning is all that matters.” Humming, she shrugged before explaining, “Didn’t you say your grandfather is a different man from what I’ve told you? I’m just giving him a small test to see if he has changed. If he has chosen to share the burden with us, we’ll continue to consider him a family. Since he’s not willing to do that, which means he doesn’t see us as his family. Therefore, we don’t need him either. Can you get that?”

“Do people always change?” Irvin wasn’t able to accept the statement.

At that, Elise answered with a gentle tone, “A relationship built on true hearts won’t, so we only need to care about those who’re being sincere with us. It’s meaningless and unhealthy to worry ourselves over the hypocrites.”

At last, he nodded and found her words giving him the déjà vu.

Then, he recalled that the playboy, Alexander, had said the same thing.

As Alexander shared the same opinion with Elise, Irvin began to doubt if the man was as undependable as he was portrayed in the news.

Elise had no idea about the thoughts that ran through his mind. Turning to face Alexia and Mimi, Elise clapped as she announced, “Darlings, we have a new house!”

She was happy to find herself chasing the two deadbeats out of the house with minimum effort.

Meanwhile, Lyra was staring longingly at the villa even though the car was moving away from it before she tugged the hem of Onyx’s shirt. “Dear, are you sure we’re leaving the house to Anastasia just like that?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of my own business. My only requirement is to claim back my authorship.” Elise raised her voice.

“It’s complicated. I’m afraid that we can’t do anything but wait for a few more years.” Margaret’s face turned cold as she saw Elise wasn’t convinced.

“A few more years?” Elise sneered. “Seven years ago, I had discussed the same thing with you. Now, however, you’re asking me to wait for another few more years. Is the matter too hard to deal with, or you’ve never wanted to deal with it?”

“Are you questioning my motives?” Margaret narrowed her eyes as a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

“Seven years ago, I asked someone to look for ‘Margot Anastasi’ and see the author in person. However, the request led the person to meet you, but you never informed me about it.” The smile on Elise’s face disappeared in a split second as her usual calm eyes shone with cold glints, and a strong and domineering aura enveloped her.

At this point, Margaret didn’t need more hints to understand that she was exposed.

Pondering for a while, she sat upright and stated, “You’re right. I’ve been posing as you. Everyone in the industry has been seeing me as none other than Margot Anastasi.”

“Well, I respect you for being honest with me.” The corner of Elise’s lips curled up, but her eyes betrayed no amusement. “You’ve been only giving me the basic income over the years, but pocketed the shares and gratuity to yourself for more than ten years. I think that’s enough. Now it’s time to return them to their rightful owner.”

“And who’s the rightful owner I must return them to? You?” Margaret smiled, not taking Elise’s words seriously. “They belong to me in the first place. There’s no way I’ll give them to you. You want to tell others that you are Margot Anastasi, but you have no proof.”

Margaret then continued with a triumphant smile. “We’re the best in the industry. Do you think ‘Margot Anastasi’ can make its name recognized by others without my operation? I’m the one who accomplished Margot Anastasi. You have no right to take everything that comes with the name.”

Elise snorted at Margaret’s arrogance, and the mocking amusement showed up on her face. “So you’re saying that the authorship belongs to the publisher that promotes the work and the editor, right? What about the hard work of the author? How do you calculate them?”