Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1262

Jacintha knocked on the door again, her voice cold but oddly melodic as she said, "Donald, Lacie, open the door. I'm not here to collect debts."

Inside, Donald Finley and Lacie Pugh exchanged puzzled glances, finding the voice familiar yet unable to place it.

After a moment's hesitation, Lacie opened the door.

Outside stood a twenty-year-old girl, her features charming and graceful, adorned in a BOE dress that exuded elegance.

Lacie scanned the young lady from head to toe, still unable to recognize her.

However, she quickly noticed the expensive jewelry she wore, including a pair of exquisite blue crystal earrings and a platinum necklace adorned with blue crystals, added to her aura.

Lacie quickly realized the young lady was from a wealthy and prestigious family.

Though Lacie could not recall which aristocratic household she belonged to, she understood the importance of maintaining politeness with such individuals.

Putting on a polite smile, Lacie asked, "Do we know each other?"

Donald, who had been fanning himself inside, stepped out upon hearing the commotion.

Just like Lacie, he did not recognize Jacintha.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

Jacintha smirked as she mocked, "You're both so forgetful. Just a moment ago, you were discussing how to sell me for money. Have you already forgotten what I look like?"

Donald pushed past Lacie, his eyes widening in disbelief as he examined her from head to toe.

"J-Jacintha?!"

A year ago, he brought Jacintha to Laubabwe on the pretense that they were traveling and sightseeing.

In truth, he contacted human traffickers and sold her off.

Jacintha scoffed. "We haven't seen each other in a year, and the first thing out of your mouth is about money. You have no idea how to earn your own money, only knowing how to indulge yourself. Donald, you belong under a bridge, living a life of poverty."

Donald was angered.

He expected Jacintha to be the obedient daughter who used to call him 'Daddy', thinking he could intimidate her with paternal authority.

"Are you lecturing me now, Jacintha? I'm still your father, and you'll do as I say. If you dare disobey me, I'll smack you!"

He raised his hand threateningly, aiming to slap Jacintha's delicate face.

However, before he could strike, his wrist was firmly grasped by a pair of strong, powerful hands.

The force applied was unbelievable, nearly fracturing his wrist bone.

Donald cried out in pain, breaking into a cold sweat as he looked toward the man who had suddenly appeared by Jacintha's side.