Unmasking the Heiress

Jack's brows were raised, and his deep blue eyes sparkled with mischief, making him look especially striking. "Come on, why'd you go silent?"

He watched Andrew with a mischievous glint, his lips curling into a sly smirk.

"What did I say?" Andrew, realizing he had slipped up, tried to play dumb. "You must've misheard. I didn't say anything!"

He knew Jack was not easy to fool and wanted nothing more than to wrap up their chat so he could have some peace and figure out how to wriggle out of that lie.

"Okay, have you grilled me enough for one day? Can we call it quits? I'm beat..." said Andrew, attempting to rise and head to bed. However, Jack remained seated without the slightest intention of getting up.

"Odd. You usually beg me to stick around, to grab a bit more so you don't die of boredom, but you're actually shooing me away now...

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Andrew kept up his clueless act. "What are you even saying? It's all mumbo-jumbo to me. I don't get it, and I'm done talking."

He had sprawled out on the single bed as he spoke.

"It's no problem if you don't catch my drift. Just listen to it a few more times, and it'll click."

Jack flicked a snap of his fingers into the void.

Andrew's voice spilled out from the speaker in the upper corner of the room.

"That rat! She was the one who insisted on coming in because she was pregnant, and she hatched that nasty plan that made Yessica seem like she died from an illness, so I..." The recording cut off right there.

Andrew's eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock. "Jack, you... You recorded it!"

"Surprised? Every room here comes with the full recording setup." Jack chuckled a bit late. "Oops, slipped my mind, you're new here, so you wouldn't know."

Andrew was seething, his face a shade of thunder.

However, Jack could not care less. He turned to his henchmen and said, "Andrew is not getting the message. Just keep playing it on loop for him. I'm sure it'll sink in eventually."

With those words, Jack rose leisurely and walked out of the basement with a swagger.

Upstairs in the study, Jack sat on the couch and dialed up Yale, the head of the Foster family.

"Yale! Andrew spilled the beans-it was Lydia, that woman who was so desperate to get into the Rearden family. She's the one who cooked up the plan that got Yessica killed! He just blurted it out in a fit of rage, though. I haven't managed to pry the nitty-gritty details out of him yet." Yale's face turned serious, and a cold aura seemed to wrap around him suddenly. "Take it slow, there's no

need to rush."

His sister Yessica had been gone for so many years, and they were finally close to clearing her name. What was the rush?

Right then, a notification buzzed on Yale's phone.

(Mr. Yale Foster, I've got the scoop on the hospital where Ms. Yessica spent her last days. The records

and all the juicy bits will hit your inbox in three minutes. Keep an eye out.]

Yale hung up and turned to his computer, ready to dive in.

This was shaping up to be quite the day....

However, Yale's phone buzzed again.

"Hey Yale, what's keeping you busy these days?"