When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192 Sharp Instincts.

Finished

Jean’s expression was completely hidden behind her black mask, but somehow, she had the distinct feeling that Moon could still see right through her as if those calm eyes had a direct line to the thoughts in her

heart.

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At this point, Jean didn’t see the point in hiding anymore.

sharp–being

When talking to someone like Moon- someone sharp being straightforward might be the better route.

Her lips curved ever so slightly. Her gaze shimmered with a subtle, elusive smile.

“I wouldn’t say I know you,” she said.

“But I’ve heard your name before. I’ve seen your face on TV.” That half–smile tugged wider at the corners of her eyes, her voice dipping lower on purpose. “Attorney Jolene.”

The short–haired woman didn’t show much reaction upon hearing that name. No surprise, no shift. She simply smiled calmly and said, “So you do know me.”

Jean tilted her head, her eyes glinting. “So what?” she asked, playful now. “I know your identity. Are you going to kill me for it?”

The question might’ve sounded intense, but Jean’s tone was light casual, like it was just idle conversation. Not even a flicker of fear.

Moon chuckled softly and shook her head.

“Why would I?” Her gaze was dark and glassy, like obsidian. “Abyssal Choir has an unspoken rule – we don’t bring our real–world identities into the mix. Not everyone follows it, of course. Ludwig’s fearless, as always. But the rule exists for a reason. It’s meant to separate real life from the organization, and more importantly, it’s to guard against undercover agents trying to worm their way in…”

“My identity?” She lifted her shoulders slightly. “It’s no big deal if it gets out. Nobody’s killing anybody over it.”

Moon let out a faint sigh and looked Jean up and down again, her stare just as deep as before. “But what I am curious about… is how you figured it out.

As she spoke, Moon reached up and touched her own face. “This disguise was supposed to be pretty good.”

“It is pretty good,” Jean admitted. “Looks nothing like your real face. Total night and day.”

“No big reason,” she said. I just got burnt out. I’d been running on fumes for years. Wanted to recharge a little. Things got busier with the organization too, so I set my law career aside for now.”

She reached up and pushed some hair behind her car. “I guess you could say I’m being a little selfish.”

Jean hadn’t expected that answer.

She gave a soft laugh and shook her head. “There’s nothing wrong with taking a break, Ms. Jolene. Everyone deserves to slow down and breathe.

Jolene’s gaze shifted, suddenly sharper. “You don’t happen to be involved in a case, do you?”

Her eyes gleamed with something cold – a kind of quiet pressure that felt like it could pierce through lies.

“If you weren’t dealing with a case,” she said slowly, “you probably wouldn’t know about me. You wouldn’t have a reason to dig into the fact that I’ve been off the grid for a while.”

Jean blinked.

She really is sharp. Took her no time at all to connect the dots.