Darling，No More Hiding novel Chapter 9

Juliet fumed, “I've got to hire someone to get rid of Jennifer!”

Liza had calmed down considerably since discovering Jennifer's reappearance, and she advised, “Darling, you should think this through. There must be a reason why she's acting like a retard.”

Juliet was, however, too absorbed in her rage to process her mother's advice. Ugh, I want to kill Jennifer right now!

Filled with thoughts of revenge, Juliet stomped to her room door and pulled it open, only to be greeted by a harsh slap.

“Dad!” she whined as she held her stinging cheek indignantly.

“Don't call me Dad! I spent years trying to wangle a deal with the Whites, only to have my shameless daughter ruin it in the blink of an eye! I want you to apologize to Mrs. White right now!”

Patrick Young prized his business more than anything else in this world, and he would not permit anyone to ruin his career, not even his biological daughter.

Juliet retorted, “You're making me apologize to a retard? I won't!”

Her petty obstinance enraged Patrick, who raised his hand to slap her again.

Just before his palm made contact with Juliet's cheek, a housekeeper in the Young residence rushed into Juliet's room and announced, “Mr. Young, Mr. Lucas White is here.”

“Why is he here?” Patrick was baffled.

Mitchell was the most capable member among the youngest generation of the Whites, while his younger brother, Lucas, was notorious for being a good-for-nothing playboy.

Thus, Patrick had a poor impression of Lucas and did not particularly feel like receiving the young man into his home.

“Mr. Lucas said that he's here to visit Ms. Juliet,” explained the housekeeper.

Patrick eyed his daughter suspiciously. He thought Juliet looked presentable enough despite crying off her makeup in a fit.

Living up to his reputation as a sly fox, he immediately guessed the reason for Lucas' unannounced visit. “Bring him to the living room,” he ordered before turning to Juliet. “Clean yourself up and come downstairs.”

Lucas waited in the living room for a bit before Patrick appeared and took a seat on an adjacent couch. “Mr. Lucas, to what do I owe this pleasure?”