When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 202

When the Family Reads the Fake Heiress‘ Mind

Chapter 202 The Interrogation Begins

Jean let out a quiet sigh, her gaze dim and unreadable.

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At this point, she didn’t have any other thoughts–she just wanted this ridiculous ordeal to end as soon as possible.

It was hard to say how long they’d been driving.

Suddenly, Queenie reached over and patted her shoulder. The force wasn’t light, but it wasn’t exactly harsh either.

Jean instinctively looked up.

Queenie gave her a faint smile, then pointed out the window.

She was telling Jean they had arrived–it was time to get out.

Jean squinted out the window, but the hazy light outside made it hard to see anything clearly.

Queenie and Carl stepped out first. Jean was the last one off the van.

The sky had already turned a heavy gray.

Thick, suffocating clouds loomed overhead. Damp air mixed with the oppressive atmosphere, cloaking everything in a gloomy fog.

In front of them stood an expansive, ornate Gothic estar

Its aged stone walls were blanketed in dense, winding ivy, giving the building a mysterious, haunting beauty.

Combined with the heavy weather, the place exuded a chilling, almost ominous aura.

This… was the Secret Service headquarters.

A few agents in uniform approached them–clearly sent to greet Carl and Queenie.

When they noticed Jean, a complete stranger, none of them looked surprised. They didn’t even spare her a glance, as if they were used to this kind of thing.

Jean kept quiet, her lips pressed into a thin line. At this moment, she seemed almost too obedient.

Like a silent doll, she lowered her head and followed the others at a calm, steady pace into the estate.

Inside, the Gothic theme continued. It felt like stepping into an old European film–every corner soaked in the atmosphere of a bygone era. Subdued elegance with a weight of time..

Jean didn’t have time to take it all in.

Queenie led her straight to the third floor–to the interrogation room.

The room was stark and empty.

This kind of setup was designed to apply subtle psychological press

In fact, from the moment she got into the van, he hadn’t been able to pick up any meaningful thoughts from her.

Originally, he’d thought they wouldn’t even need to interrogate her. With his ability to read minds, the truth would come to him easily enough.

But Jean… was thinking about nothing.

Now, she sat there with eerie calm. No waves. No panic. Just silence.

Truthfully, this interrogation didn’t require Carl’s presence. Queenie could’ve handled it herself.

But in the end, Carl had chosen to observe.

Would this child eventually crack?

The thought surfaced briefly–only for Carl to immediately suppress it.

That kind of thinking was dangerous. And worse, inappropriate.

Why had that even crossed his mind?

This interrogation was necessary. Jean had to go through it. And the consequences? They were none of his

concern.

Across from Jean, Queenie finally took her seat–smiling as she stared her straight in the eye.