Sweet Subterfuge

The housekeeper, who used to greet Lana with a fake smile and flattery, now had a stern expression. He coldly informed her.
“Mr. and Mrs. Seymour Senior are not at home.”
Lana noticed the change in the housekeeper’s attitude, but she didn’t think much of it. She merely assumed that he was slacking
off because her grandparents were away. So, she treated him just as she always did-by giving him a bad attitude.
She impatiently pushed the housekeeper aside and snapped, “Move out of my way!
The housekeeper could no longer be bothered to hide his disdain for her. He steadied himself against the wall with one hand and
sneered. “Do you think you’re still the Ms. Seymour of this house? Let me be frank with you. Mr. and Mrs. Seymour Senior are in
the living room right now. When I said they’re not at home, it’s because they don’t want to see you!”
Lana was taken aback, “Why’s that?”
Before the housekeeper could answer, the loud rewing sound of a sports car approached and eventually stopped in front of the
Seymour mansion.
Ho nk! H onk!
The blaring horn made Lana’s ears ache a bit.
Instantly, the housekeeper’s demeanor changed; he quickly nodded, explaining the situation through the car window to the
person inside. “I’m sorry.
Ms. Moella. I’m afraid I can’t open the gate for you right now.” He glanced hesitantly at Lana and continued. “Lana is here, and
Mr. and Mrs. Seymour Senior don’t want her inside. I can open the gate for you, but I bet Lana might try to follow you in.”
The person inside the sports car was Lana’s aunt and Xavier’s sister, Migella Migella heard what the housekeeper said, and she
turned off
the engine and stepped out of the car. 1
Migella was approaching her sixties but still dressed as if she were in her thirties or forties. She had red curls, heavy makeup, a
small blazer, wide-leg pants, and towering heels measuring over four inches. Still, she appeared younger than Lana, who was
actually in her late twenties.

“Well, well look who’s here! It’s our very own Ms. Seymour, who has graced us with her presence!” Migella swayed her hips and
confidently approached Lana. She was wearing heels. Therefore, she stood a few inches taller than Lana and exuded an even
stronger presence.
Due to her parents’ favoritism, Migella had always harbored great resentment toward Xavier’s family. But because she relied on
Xavier for financial support, she had to suppress her feelings and swallow her pride.
Now that Xavier had fallen from grace, she found great satisfaction in seeing Lana in a miserable state.
Lana didn’t think highly of Migeila either, so she never bothered to engage with her aunt much whenever they met. But today was
different.
“Migela Lana dropped her suitcase and hugged Migella’s arm as she pleaded tearfully. “I have nowhere else to go. My dad had
treated you well in the past, so in return, could you please take me in to see Grandpa and Grandma?”
Migella turrowed her brow in disgust and forcefully pulled Lana away.
“This is all because of your jinx of a mother! When your grandparents see you, it’s like seeing her all over again. Do you really
think they want to deal with that?”
“But I’m their granddaughter. I can even cut ties with my mother il they want me to! Lana grew anxious and tried to grab Migella’s
hand.
Miceita quickly evaded, keeping a safe distance between them.
“Give up! No matter what you do, they won’t want to see you.” Her eyes darted around as she noticed Lana’s desperate and
sorrowful expression, “But if you truly have nowhere else to go, I can take you in. But you must obey whatever I say.”
“Of course! I do whatever you say? Lana nudded desperately.