The Shocking Revelation
809 Words
Mrs. Lane's hushed voice came from the doorway, "Miss, your parents would like to see you in the garden."
Emily knew this was it, the surprise.
She closed the door and followed Mrs. Lane. As she reached the garden entrance, darkness fell.
All the lights in the mansion went out.
Three seconds later, magical lights illuminated the scene.
"Miss, this way," Mrs. Lane gestured.
Emily entered the garden, a wonderland of fairy lights twinkling on the trees, pastel balloons floating in the air, and colorful streamers raining down.
A surprise for her?
Emily had never gotten a surprise from Richard and Brenda before. This was different. She could feel the love.
Inside, Jessica was shocked. No one had mentioned the streamers. Perfect! This was i********: gold—thousands of likes, guaranteed.
She was about to snap some pics when she saw her parents sprinting out, yelling, "Our baby girl~~!"
Jessica blushed, smiling sweetly. They’d never been this affectionate before. Had they missed her terribly? Were they so excited they ran out to meet her?
Little did they know their "baby girl" was still inside!
Happiness filled Jessica as she entered the garden, only to see her parents holding hands with a gorgeous young woman, chatting intimately.
The woman was incredibly slender, with porcelain skin. Unlike Jessica's surgically enhanced complexion, this woman's beauty was natural, radiant.
As they got closer, Jessica saw the woman's simple clothes, but stunning features and delicate face. She looked a bit like her mother.
A gentle breeze blew, her hair swirling around her. She looked otherworldly, like an angel.
Who was this guest? Her parents seemed smitten with her.
"Emily, honey, what do you think of the garden surprise? Surprised? Do you like it?" Richard started to say.
He stopped, noticing Jessica. "Jessica? Your flight wasn't until tomorrow. What are you doing here?"
Hearing that the garden was for this woman, Jessica was stunned and confused. Why were her parents so obsessed with this stranger?
But the woman was here. Jessica kept her cool, smiling sweetly, "Hi Dad, Mom. I took my friend's private jet and came back early. Who is she?"
Richard laughed, caught off guard. "Perfect timing! This is Emily, your sister!"
Sister?
What sister?
A distant relative?
Her simple clothes didn't match their family's wealth and status. All their close relatives were high-rollers.
Probably some broke cousin looking for a handout.
Richard didn't know what she was thinking. He turned to Emily. "Emily, this is Jessica, my daughter. She just finished exams, and she'll be staying with us this summer."
Emily gave a knowing smile and said politely, "Hi."
Jessica nodded, giving her best "It Girl" smile, "Hi, Sis."
But inside, she totally disregarded Emily, thinking of her as a poor relative.
A servant announced, "Sir and Madam, the clothes and bags have arrived. The brand director delivered them personally."
"So fast?" Brenda exclaimed, taking Emily's hand. "Let's see if you like them. Jessica, sweetie, Mom needs to chat with you later."
Jessica was flabbergasted. All those gorgeous clothes and bags were for this girl?
Who was she?
Why did her parents adore her so much?
Emily, with Richard and Brenda, went to the main hall. The brand director stood waiting.
“Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, I’m Zhang Daxin, director of QY. I understand you ordered these items for your daughter?”
“Yes,” Brenda said, pleased with the items. “Emily's designs are amazing. Emily, sweetheart, what do you think?”
Zhang Daxin looked, his smile vanishing.
The girl was breathtaking, with crystal-clear eyes. And… she looked exactly like his boss!
He stared at Emily, utterly shocked. Every detail, every expression, was identical to his boss!!
How…
Three years ago, the boss, "Emily," founded QY, designing every piece herself.
With unique designs and amazing fit, each piece was one-of-a-kind…quickly becoming a favorite among the elite, coveted by socialites, celebrities, and the wealthy.
Then, she launched her shoes and bags…stunning the fashion world.
Her designs won many international awards. In three years, QY went from a nobody brand to a global phenomenon.
Countless luxury brands tried to poach Emily or buy QY, but she refused.
"Emily, darling, if you don't like something, just tell Daxin," Brenda said kindly.
Because QY’s designer remained anonymous, Daxin handled everything.
Daxin, still shocked, bowed. "Miss, what's your name?"
"I'm Emily."
Daxin saw her raised eyebrow and heard her voice…it was his boss!
What the hell was going on?
How was his boss the daughter of the richest man in the country?
She's already ridiculously wealthy, why bother with a brand? Doesn't she have enough money already?
Wait a minute, the richest man only has one daughter, Jessica…
Was she an illegitimate child? A secret daughter?
But if she was hidden, why would Mrs. Johnson bring her home and treat her like a princess?
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