Heather bit her lip. "Then how about kicking Luna out of the family?"
"I've already said that I'll announce the news after you and Malcolm's wedding ceremony is over tonight." Charles rubbed his brows in frustration and said in a tired voice, "You wouldn't want Luna to steal the limelight, would you?"
Heather paused. "You're right."
With that, she tucked the ointment away and leaned against the passenger seat lazily. "In that case, Father, should I notify all the shareholders of the company to attend my and Malcolm's wedding tonight because there's an important announcement to be made?"
In the backseat, Charles let out a murmur of approval.
Heather narrowed her eyes, a triumphant look crossing her face.
She would summon everyone in the company to watch Luna getting kicked out of the family after witnessing her fairytale wedding.
As soon as she thought of this, Heather could not help curling her lips into a triumphant smile.
Luna was no match for her.
She had defeated her six years ago, and she could do i t again!
After sending Charles back to the hospital, Heather returned home to catch up on her sleep.
She had not slept well the entire night at all.
Firstly, she had been following Malcolm after finding out that he had gone to look for Luna, fearing that something would happen between the two of them.
As for the remainder of the night, she had been plotting how to get rid of Luna.
Finally, after Malcolm had returned home, Heather discovered the photos and videos on his tablet.
She stole these photos from him and sent them to the news publishing sites.
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