A SUBSTITUTE BRIDE

Lyana?

Were William and Lyana so close?

She had heard from others that Lyana was the eldest daughter of the Dubois family.

The Dubois family was not well known in An City. The only reason the people of An City remembered the Dubois family was because Nathan Dubois was a genius.

She had always considered William her idol, so she had investigated William’s relationship with the Dubois family. It seemed that the two families had a collaborative project.

Even though William was close to the Dubois family, he was not to have a relationship with Lyana.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

William addressed Lyana that way now. Could it be that they had some sort of secret relationship?

Suddenly, an idea hit her.

When she went to the Sanchez residence, she realized that Lyana and Vincent had a very ambiguous relationship.

At the time, after Lyana finished talking to Vincent, Lyana’s lips were cut off.

As an adult, she naturally understood that Lyana’s mouth had probably been bitten off by Vincent.

Lyana was already with Vincent. Why was she provoking William again?

Leslie suppressed her anger.

Earlier, in the elevator, she had bragged in front of Lyana that she was here to listen to Mr. Timothy’s new song.

At that moment, Lyana’s expression darkened.

Lyana must have been angry because she felt like she had touched Lyana’s man.

In Lyana’s heart, William was probably already her private property. No one was allowed to touch him.

If so, Lyana had gone too far.

When they were both in the car, Lyana had said that she had never met Mr. Timothy. Now she understood that not only was Lyana on good terms with Mr. Timothy, but that Lyana also had a double game. She played with William and Vincent like a violin.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt like a clown. It was too embarrassing.

Sylvia was happily chatting with William when she sensed something was wrong with Leslie’s expression. She asked worriedly:

– Leslie, aren’t you feeling well? You look a little pale.

Leslie smiled and shook her head.

Sylvia looked at Leslie with concern, her eyebrows arching. She poured out a glass of water and handed it to Leslie.

– Take some water first.

– Thank you, Big Sister.

Leslie Dean obediently took the glass and stood to the side. She took a sip of water, and the unease in her heart gradually dissipated.

Lyana was an intriguing person. It seems that she was also here to listen to Mr. Timothy’s new song.

If she met Lyana, she would likely live under Lyana’s ridicule for the rest of her life.

The more Leslie thought about it, the more she sensed something was wrong. She didn’t want to stay here any longer.

Instead of waiting to be laughed at, it was better to leave obediently.

She put the cup she was holding on the coffee table and looked up at Sylvia, saying softly:

– Big sister, I…

– Where is Mr. Timothee? Did you call him?

Sylvia asks, staring at William without blinking.

Leslie felt like she had been struck by lightning. She looked at Sylvia in disbelief.

What ?

Mr. William was not Mr. Timothy?

Leslie felt her throat go dry. She swallowed with all her might. His whole world had been turned upside down.

– He should be here soon. He will message us when he arrives.

William looked at the time on his wrist and said calmly.

– Okay, Sylvia replied.

Leslie’s face went pale.

Could Mr. William Royer really be Mr. Timothee?

Could it be that Mr. Timothy really is an old man, as the rumors have it?

Thinking about that, Leslie felt even worse.

But that wasn’t true either. When she had hypnotized the Elder Sister, the latter had clearly said that Mr. Timothee was Mr. Royer.

Could Older Sister refer to William’s father?

Leslie’s eyebrows arched.

Maybe Older Sister wasn’t hypnotized at the time and was lying to him on purpose.

But why did Sylvia do that?

What good would it do him?

Leslie’s heart was pounding. She feared that Sylvia was seeing through her thoughts. She lowered her head, not daring to speak.

Every time Leslie thought about how Mr. Timothy was William’s father, her heart raced.

For a long time, every time she listened to Mr. Timothee’s songs, she saw William’s face.