From A Humiliating Bet To The Boss He Can’t Have Chapter 12
Sloane had gone pale, but she still forced herself to stand her ground.
“Of course I was thinking of your family. She had no custody rights, and yet she had access to Lily at any time. What if she used the child to demand property—”
“That’s enough.”
Grant turned to everyone else in the club.
“Which one of you never saw her say that in The Prenup Pool?”
No one answered.
“‘No legal status at all, and she really thinks she’s the mother.’” Grant stared at Sloane. “Wasn’t that you?”
One by one, people averted their eyes.
Back then, Sloane had called it a necessary measure to protect the Whitmore family. They had joked about me going out in the middle of the night to pick Lily up, speculating that I was making an early investment in inheritance rights.
Grant had believed that, too.
Now the records they had all laughed over had become evidence no one could deny.
Someone frowned and said, “Sloane, were you deliberately leading us to suspect her from the start?”
“What do you mean, I led you? Didn’t you all place bets, too?”