A Gigolo's Daughter

"What do you mean?" Madam Long asked.

Ririna's face reminded her of that woman she hated for so long. Yelan Han had everything she wished for. Now, her daughter made her feel how inferior she was against Yelan Han.

"You think our father will leave a huge amount of money for your daughter? Yes. Your daughter, not my father's," Ririna corrected herself.

Madam Long slammed her fists on the table, trying to intimidate Ririna; but it was futile. She had no idea who she was trying to threaten.

"What are you trying to say? That my daughter doesn't have any right of inheritance?" she asked. Her teeth gritted, and Ririna wondered if her veins would pop out from the tension she could see in her neck.

"You think my father was idiotic enough to leave an inheritance for someone else's child?"

At Ririna's words, Madam Long suddenly froze in her place and gaped back at the younger woman in front of her. How did she know?!