Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1820

Alice couldn't help but laugh at Ricardo's words. Ignoring his declaration, she fired back with a question. "Do you have a girlfriend? How many?"

"Not even one," Ricardo replied, shaking his head.

"I figured as much," Alice said, her tone dripping with disdain. "For a virgin, your skills aren't terrible. But unfortunately for you, I'm not into innocent boys like you. I like married men—got it?"

"Are you serious?" Ricardo asked, stunned by her response.

Rolling her eyes, Alice pushed him aside before walking away, exuding an air of indifference.

Ricardo watched her graceful figure fade into the distance, his heart sinking deeper with every step she took, as though falling into an infinite void.

Just moments ago, they had been perfectly in tune—how could she now turn her back on him so easily, as if everything they shared had meant nothing?

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The Moran family car soon entered the estate, but instead of heading to Seth's residence, it veered off and stopped at another villa several hundred meters away.

"Since I'm here, I might as well make myself comfortable," Germaine thought, stepping out of the car. She adjusted her clothes and walked confidently toward the villa.

The villa's design effortlessly combined understated luxury with elegance, highlighted by a stunning ten-meter-high vaulted ceiling that lent the space a cathedral-like grandeur. It was more elegant than Seth's home, featuring a sleek, modern design.

Germaine scanned her surroundings, searching for a housekeeper to understand what was going on. Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out from the stairs.

"Well, well, we meet again."

Germaine looked up to see a woman standing at the top of the stairs. The woman's face bore a striking resemblance to her own, though her sharper features gave her a colder, more hostile appearance.

Seth's genes were undeniably strong.

Germaine didn't know much about Seth's second daughter other than her name was Freya Moran.

Before Freya could retort, Germaine quickly cut her off. "Oh, and just to be clear—when it comes to priority, I was always first. You only came later.

"Do you really think you'd even be here if my mother hadn't stepped aside? People who are too calculating often end up losing everything they once had."

"Shut your mouth, you bastard child!" Freya snapped, her voice trembling with fury as she jabbed a finger toward Germaine. "You're nothing compared to me! The Moran family has only one rightful daughter, and you should never have existed in the first place!"

Germaine's expression darkened immediately, her patience snapping. "I won't tolerate being yelled at, and I certainly won't engage with anyone who looks down on me.

"If we can't agree, then there's no point in continuing this conversation. When you've regained your composure, feel free to come find me."

She had never been one to endure nonsense, and with Freya's hostility, there was no reason to stay.

"Stop right there!" Freya shouted. "Germaine, don't you dare walk away from me!"