The whole family is sinister and unscrupulous

In the elevator, Alexandre Montfort said affectionately to Claire Wentworth, "No matter who you are or what you've done, I'll be your backer!"

Claire Wentworth felt secretly delighted for a while, then she dialed david Leclerc's number. On the other end of the line, david Leclerc reported eagerly, "Miss, Gaston Leroux has been found. He's a doctoral supervisor at Suncrest University and also holds several other positions..." He listed a series of titles, highlighting Gaston Leroux's remarkable status.

So, her master was a professor at Suncrest University. However, Claire Wentworth couldn't help frowning. As a student from a third - tier college, it would be extremely difficult for her to enter Suncrest University to meet her master.

At the same time, in Alexandre Montfort's room, Leo was hesitant to speak, his eyes frequently glancing at Alexandre Montfort. Noticing his odd behavior, Alexandre Montfort said, "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be so hesitant as a grown - up man."

"Master, I think it's still unclear whether the young mistress is a friend or a foe at the moment," Leo said.

"So?" Alexandre Montfort asked in response.

Leo wanted to say, "So you can't trust her unreservedly," but he changed his words at the last moment, "So I was thinking, should we expand the scope of the investigation?"

Alexandre Montfort put down the book in his hand and said with some helplessness, "How else do you want to expand it? Haven't you already investigated all her relatives?"

"But the young mistress's personality has changed so much," Leo explained.

"Leo, do you not trust my judgment?" Alexandre Montfort asked.

Leo immediately became serious, "I wouldn't dare, master."

Alexandre Montfort smiled and said, "Even if she is a spy, it doesn't matter much."

Leo was secretly puzzled. It seemed that the master had become much more cheerful these days, with more smiles on his face.

At 9 o'clock the next morning, Claire Wentworth returned to The Wentworth family mansion. As soon as she stepped through the door, a teacup came flying towards her. Jocelyn reacted swiftly and kicked the teacup aside with a single kick.

Then, Simone Lefort shouted viciously, "Claire Wentworth, what are you doing back here?"

With a smile in her eyes, Claire Wentworth replied, "I'm here to check if Victoire Wentworth has moved out."

When this was mentioned, Simone Lefort became even more furious, "Claire, Victoire is your sister. How could you force her to move out..."

"So you think I asked her to pretend to be Young Master Montfort's savior? Simone Lefort, have some self - respect. It was clearly her own stupidity. She wanted to pretend but didn't even check the details clearly, and that's why she was exposed. It takes some effort to be that stupid!" Claire Wentworth retorted without hesitation.

"Who are you calling stupid?" Simone Lefort was enraged and raised her hand to slap.

Claire Wentworth stood still without flinching. Her eyes were as dark as night, and her gaze was so cold that it seemed to penetrate the soul. Simone Lefort's hand froze in mid - air.

Claire Wentworth raised her hand and pushed Simone Lefort's arm away, saying coldly, "Don't forget, if it weren't for me, The Wentworth family would have been ruined long ago."

At this moment, Victoire Wentworth came out of the room on the second floor and stood on the stairs. With a look of triumph in her eyes, she said, "Sister, you're back.正好, help me see how this dress looks. Lucas is coming to pick me up and take me to school later. Will this dress be appropriate?"

Claire Wentworth looked up and saw Victoire Wentworth wearing a white silk dress with delicate makeup. There was no sign of the embarrassment from being exposed last night.

After all, Victoire Wentworth had been completely exposed last night, and Antoine Wentworth had publicly announced that he would no longer protect her. But Lucas Moreau was still sticking by her side and even going to send her to school.

"Sister, do you think that after what happened yesterday, Lucas wouldn't want to talk to me anymore? You're wrong. Our relationship is deep and unbreakable, which is beyond your imagination," Victoire Wentworth said triumphantly.

Claire Wentworth remained silent, her eyes calm without a ripple. Against her calmness, Victoire Wentworth seemed like a clown jumping around.

Seeing Claire Wentworth's indifferent expression, a hint of ferocity flashed in Victoire Wentworth's eyes, "Don't forget, even if I leave Amanda Group and The Wentworth family, I'm still an excellent fashion designer. Temporary success or failure means nothing. We'll see. The future is long!"

Claire Wentworth knew exactly what Victoire Wentworth meant. She was clearly waiting for Alexandre Montfort to pass away so she could take revenge on her. But this time, with her medical skills, Victoire Wentworth's plan was doomed to fail.

Victoire Wentworth's pride also affected Simone Lefort. She said arrogantly, "Claire Wentworth, let me remind you. You've already signed the agreement to sever the father - daughter relationship. This family has nothing to do with you anymore. Now, immediately, get out of here!"

Claire Wentworth turned her head, and a cold smile appeared on her lips, "Yes, I have severed the relationship with Antoine Wentworth. But, Ms. Simone, are you sure this house belongs to Antoine Wentworth?"

Simone Lefort was taken aback and was left speechless for a moment. Claire Wentworth ignored her and walked straight towards her room. Simone Lefort watched her leaving figure, seething with anger. How could this girl, who used to be so submissive, suddenly become so tough?

Victoire Wentworth glared fiercely at Claire Wentworth's back, then turned around and entered Damian Wentworth's room.

Claire Wentworth pushed open the door of her room. The room was in a mess. Apparently, after she left, Simone Lefort intended to turn it into a storage room.

Claire Wentworth suppressed her anger, entered the room, and took out her certificates from the drawer. Then she pulled out a box from under the bed.Inside are her mother's belongings, including photos and toys. She took them out one by one and wiped them carefully.

Suddenly, her eyes froze. The treasure box her mother left her was missing.

Claire Wentworth came to the hall and asked, "Where's my small wooden box?"

"What small wooden box? I haven't seen it," Simone Lefort turned her head, pretending not to hear.

Claire Wentworth looked upstairs and saw Damian Wentworth quickly withdraw his head.

Claire Wentworth immediately went upstairs and walked straight into Damian Wentworth's room. Inside, the small items her mother made for her when she was a child were scattered everywhere, and some were already broken. A malicious and ignorant smile was on Damian Wentworth's chubby face.

Claire Wentworth looked at him silently, then picked up the things on the ground one by one and put them into the small wooden box. She then walked out of the room with the box in her arms. Damian Wentworth followed her.

When they reached the stairs, Claire Wentworth suddenly turned around. Damian Wentworth, who was trying his best to push her down the stairs, lost his balance and rolled down the stairs.

"Ah~Ah~Ah~Help! Mom~~" Damian Wentworth let out a shrill scream.

"Damian!" Simone Lefort was horrified. Her eyes wide with anger, she rushed over. But it was too late. Damian Wentworth had already rolled to her feet.

Simone Lefort panicked and reached out to pick Damian Wentworth up. As soon as she touched him, Damian Wentworth started crying out, "It hurts! It hurts! It really hurts!"

Simone Lefort asked anxiously, "Where does it hurt? Damian, don't be afraid. Tell mom where it hurts?"

"My stomach, it hurts so much..." Before he could finish, Damian Wentworth spat out a mouthful of blood.

Simone Lefort's head buzzed. She looked up at Claire Wentworth, her eyes filled with venom, "Damn it! What did you do to Damian? He was fine on the second floor. Why did he suddenly roll down? Tell me!"

Claire Wentworth gave her a cold look, "If I were you, I'd call 120 right now instead of being so quick to accuse others!"

Simone Lefort quickly turned around and shouted for someone to call an ambulance.

Claire Wentworth walked downstairs and looked at Damian Wentworth, who was pale with pain on the ground. A hint of pity flashed in her eyes, "If you apologize, I'll save you."

"I won't apologize. You pushed me down. It's you who should apologize!" Damian Wentworth was twitching with pain but still shouted viciously.