Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 467

If she continued to resist, she might as well have lost her mind.

Getting along with Madisyn could mean survival for the Chapman family, which was now teetering on the brink of ruin.

Fostering a good relationship with the Johns Group could turn their fortunes around.

“Of course,” Madisyn replied, her voice cool.

Phyllis’s eyes brightened with relief.

Her mind began to wander, imagining the day when other clans would scramble to curry favor with her family, all because of her newfound alliance with the powerful Johns family.

But Madisyn’s next words cut through her daydream like a knife.

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Library

“We’re not going to do anything to harm you.

Consider that a kindness.

You can leave now.

”

Phyllis’s face paled.

Her eyes were filled with tears as she choked out, “Do you hate me so much? Madisyn, I used to treat you as my own daughter!”

Madisyn responded with a cold, faint smile, saying nothing.

Phyllis fell silent as well.

Jenna, watching Phyllis grovel before Madisyn, felt a wave of anger wash over her.

Resentment boiled in her veins, and she silently wished for Madisyn’s downfall.

“Pay back the money.

Then, you can go,” Sherlyn said, her tone dismissive.

With no other choice, Phyllis and Jenna left, their earlier excitement now replaced with a sinking despair.

As soon as Jenna retired to her bedroom, her phone rang.

“Jenna, is it true? Is Madisyn really a member of the powerful Johns family?” Teresa’s voice crackled with disbelief, the shock evident even through the phone.

She had seen the news online just now and wanted to verify with Jenna herself.

“Yes,” Jenna replied icily, still angry because of what happened earlier.

Teresa’s face drained of color, her legs nearly giving way beneath her.

What had she been doing at the company all this time? Teresa’s thoughts spiraled, disbelief and despair tightening around her chest.

Madisyn, Dane’s real sister, had stood by, watching her live a lie, posing as Dane’s sister.

The humiliation was unbearable.

She had always seen herself as superior, a queen in her own right.

But now, the truth crashed down on her with cruel clarity-she had been nothing more than a laughingstock.

“Jenna…” Teresa’s voice quivered, laden with desperation.

“Please help me.

I’m too poor now.

”

But Jenna had no sympathy left to give.

Her patience had worn thin, and without a word, she ended the call, the click of the disconnect echoing in the silence.