When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203 Nerves of Steel

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Under the harsh interrogation lights, Queenie’s smile took on an edge–still beautiful, but laced with something cold and cutting.

Her eyes gleamed with a sharp chill.

Jean felt an inexplicable coldness settle over her like a thin layer of frost. Instinctively, she straightened her back and sat upright, every nerve slowly tensing.

“Let’s begin, then.”

Queenie’s lips moved slowly, her voice airy and casual, but each word struck like a pebble skipping across glass.

“What’s your name? What time did you go to the amusement park today? Were you alone? What were you doing there–or more specifically, what rides did you go on?”

Her questions came like bullets–sharp, unrelenting, and without pause.

The smile on Queenie’s face gradually faded, her expression hardening into something stern and severe. She now resembled the overcast sky outside, dark clouds piling in with oppressive force.

Jean remained composed.

She parted her lips and replied in a calm, level tone, “My name is Jean. I went to the amusement park alone.”

“As for the time… I left in the morning, I think. I don’t remember the exact hour.”

“I wasn’t in a good mood. I went there to clear my head. Picked the more thrilling rides–roller coasters, free fall, that kind of thing.”

Her voice was as smooth as still water, free of even the smallest ripple.

Queenie stared into her large, dark eyes–like polished black grapes–searching for any flicker of emotion, a crack in the façade.

But there was nothing.

Jean exuded a quiet, effortless ease. She looked like she was telling the truth–every single word.

Queenie’s brows drew together into a frown.

Tch.

She didn’t believe a word of it.

“You sure you want to keep lying?” Queenie gave a slow smirk, chin lifting in a cold, superior angle. “I’ve been watching you for a long time. You think I don’t know what you were doing in that amusement park? You’d better speak up before I get angry.”

Queenie’s smile faltered.

She hadn’t expected that.

She’d lied–purely to apply psychological pressure. She hadn’t started tracking Jean and those two suspicious individuals until right before they left the amusement park.

So, in truth, she had no idea what they’d been doing earlier in the day.

Her plan had been simple: toss out a bluff, rattle the girl into panicking or slipping up.

If Jean had reacted–if she’d shown fear or given herself away–it would’ve confirmed Queenie’s suspicions.

But this girl?

She didn’t fall for it at all.

Queenie bit her lip, irritation flaring as a new thought crept into her mind–one she hadn’t considered until

now…