The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 239

Ever since The Iverson Group became CICI Media Co., Aline and Jeanette had been quietly shuffling their assets, moving money from one account to another with increasing frequency. All the while, they kept Sawyer in the dark, and even went behind his back to reconnect with Dick Glenwood—a man they hadn’t spoken to in years.

Dick, in his early days, had been a piano teacher. But after a falling out with Sawyer, he was sent overseas, where he tried his hand at business. A few years back, he’d gotten into cosmetic ventures, launching one project after another, but all of them flopped. He ended up drowning in debt. Strangely, not long after, someone paid off everything he owed, and the internet was scrubbed clean of any negative press about him. Dick made his comeback in the music industry abroad, and soon gained a reputation as a piano mogul.

The moment word reached him that the Iverson family had collapsed, Dick flew home.

Now, Dick strolled through the most luxurious mall in Havencrest, one arm draped around Aline, the other around Jeanette, the three of them basking in the store’s golden lighting as he helped them pick out jewelry.

He looked down at his daughter, his tone gentle and indulgent. “Jeanette, see anything you like? Just say the word, and I’ll buy it for you.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Jeanette replied, flashing him a sugary smile.

Her gaze was glued to the sparkling jewels behind the glass displays. She felt as if she’d come back to life. Ever since the Iverson bankruptcy, Sawyer had forced her to sell every last luxury dress, designer bag, and piece of jewelry, depositing the cash into her account and forbidding her from spending a penny. It had been ages since she’d enjoyed the thrill of shopping for something extravagant.

Sawyer, that useless fool, only ever made her suffer. Dad Glenwood, on the other hand—he was her real father, and thank goodness for that. If not for him, who knew what miserable life awaited her?

Now, with the promise of becoming the Glenwood heiress and living in luxury once again, Jeanette could hardly contain her excitement.

She really was born lucky.

Dick ruffled her hair affectionately, then turned to Aline, pulling a platinum credit card from his wallet and handing it to her. “And you—pick out whatever you want. I’ve got more than enough. I’ll take care of you.”

Aline accepted the card with sparkling eyes, nestling into Dick’s side as she cooed, “Thank you, darling. You’re wonderful.”