Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 679: A New Suspect

"You really can’t get in touch with him?"

"Nope, I really can’t," Delilah said anxiously.

"You’re in Country Y now? I hadn’t heard anything about Everett coming here, and I haven’t heard any bad rumors either. Could he have been... kidnapped?"

Delilah’s genuine worry made Aurora secretly relieved.

Thank goodness she was a simple, straightforward girl—not the scheming type like Gianna. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have spoken so honestly.

"No... I really hope that’s not the case," Aurora murmured, feeling her anxiety deepen.

Just as she ended the call, an unwelcome figure appeared—making her already bad mood even worse.

Of course, it was none other than Gianna.

Gianna was dressed in a loose blue dress with a black leather jacket thrown over it and thick tights clinging to her legs. Her face glowed a little too brightly, flushed from the cold.

"Well, if it isn’t Miss Wilson," Gianna drawled, flashing a mocking smile.

"What brings you here? Let me guess... looking for Everett?"

Aurora’s heart skipped a beat.

She disliked Gianna immensely—but she was certain this woman knew something more.

Forcing herself to mask her disgust, Aurora pressed her lips together in a polite smile.

"Hello, Miss Gianna. I haven’t been able to reach Everett these past few days, so I came here hoping to find him.

Do you happen to have any news about him?"

Gianna shrugged casually.

"Sorry. I don’t know anything."

As Gianna started walking toward the hotel lobby, Aurora hurried to catch up with her.

"Miss Gianna, I know you probably know a lot more than you’re letting on.

If it’s inconvenient to talk here, maybe you could text me instead?"

"Save your breath. I’m not telling you anything," Gianna snapped coldly, shooting Aurora a jealous glare.

How could any woman be allowed to look this ethereal and beautiful?

Aurora bit her lip, unsure how else to plead.

Gianna’s smile grew even more vicious.

"I know you’re worried about him.

Honestly, so am I.

But let’s be real—you and Everett? You two have no future.

Better give up now."

Aurora refused to let her words get to her.

She stared calmly at Gianna and said,

"Miss Gianna, my future with him is not yours to decide."

Gianna laughed mockingly.

"Fine. If you don’t believe me, then keep waiting around here.

Meanwhile, he’s about to get engaged to Miss Torres.

Stop dreaming your little fairy tales, and just go back to Country S. That would be the smartest move."

Aurora stood there, frozen, watching Gianna’s retreating figure, her heart tangled into knots.

She was certain Gianna knew something.

But if she refused to speak, there was nothing Aurora could do for now.

"That woman struts around like some peacock with its tail fanned out," Dominic muttered beside her.

"So arrogant... and honestly, pretty cheap-looking too."

Aurora sighed, feeling helpless.

"Looks like we have no choice but to wait."

Dominic nodded seriously.

"Don’t rush. Today’s only the third day Everett’s been missing.

Maybe over the next few days, some news will leak out."

Aurora could only cling to that small hope.

⸻

Meanwhile.

Tobias received a crucial update: a hacker had intercepted an email Gianna had sent to that mysterious "friend."

His eyes lit up as he read the contents, and a cold, mocking smile spread across his face.

Will and Hans, standing nearby, exchanged a glance.

Will, Everett’s secretary, had been left idle since the young master’s disappearance.

"Find the old master immediately," Tobias said coldly.

"Show him everything."

⸻

Old Mr. Langston was pacing back and forth inside Everett’s bedroom.

Even though he had summoned some of the world’s top medical experts, they had been utterly useless.

All of them agreed: the virus was a newly engineered strain.

While it didn’t seem to cause lasting harm to the body, it forced the victim into a deep, unnatural sleep—and kept them there.

So what should they do now?

"Sir, we have something urgent to report!"

Will and Tobias entered the room, both looking visibly anxious.

Old Mr. Langston immediately ordered the two nurses to leave the room, then turned a cold, sharp gaze toward Tobias.

Tobias wasted no time, handing his phone directly to the old man.

"Sir, this is an email intercepted from Miss Gianna’s phone by a hacker I hired. Please take a look."

Old Mr. Langston glanced at the screen—and his entire body jolted.

He stared at the evidence, frozen in disbelief.

"Impossible... How could it be her? She’s always been so good to Everett..."

Yes—so good.

Always caring, always attentive, never once showing the slightest hint of impatience.

Old Mr. Langston had once thought that Gianna’s tenderness toward his son felt oddly intimate, maybe even inappropriate, but he had brushed it off as his own imagination.

Never in his wildest dreams did he expect this—

"Bring Gianna here immediately. I want to question her myself!"

Old Mr. Langston’s voice was ice-cold, his whole body trembling with rage as he clutched the phone.

No matter what, Gianna had once been his wife.

But for her to poison the son he valued most—it was unforgivable!

He hadn’t even considered Gianna as a suspect before, simply because she had once been family. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

He thought—even if she was cruel, even if she was selfish—she would never harm her own stepson.

⸻

Half an hour later, Gianna was escorted in.

She wore tight black leather pants paired with a bright red fur-lined jacket, looking glamorous and provocative.

Her lips were painted a bold, flaming red, making her pale skin look even more flawless.

Old Mr. Langston sat there, staring at her coldly.

It was the first time Gianna had been allowed into Everett’s hospital room.

Until now, she hadn’t even known where he was being treated.

And even if she had wanted to know, she never dared ask too much—there were lines she couldn’t cross given their severed relationship.

The moment she stepped in, her eyes immediately found Everett lying there.

Still so handsome.

Still looking like a sleeping prince, waiting for his beloved to kiss him awake.

Gianna’s gaze softened, almost dreamily.

But she wasn’t foolish enough to show too much emotion here.

"Sir," Gianna said, forcing a sweet smile, "why did you call me here? Everett... he still hasn’t woken up?"

She pretended to stroll casually toward the bed.

"Stop right there!" Old Mr. Langston barked.

Gianna jumped in fright.

Despite the old man’s failing health, he had always treated her decently before.

"Whether or not he wakes up," Old Mr. Langston said, laughing coldly, "shouldn’t you be the one answering that question?"

"Explain this," he demanded, thrusting the phone toward her.

Deep down, Old Mr. Langston still desperately hoped she wasn’t the one responsible.

If word got out... it would utterly destroy the Langston family’s reputation.

Gianna accepted the phone, pretending to be calm.

But when she saw the contents of the intercepted email—

Her face went ghostly white.

She had never been involved in poisoning anyone before.

Now caught red-handed, panic surged through her.

"I-I... I don’t know what this is... What’s this supposed to mean?"

Gianna stammered, still trying to feign ignorance.

Old Mr. Langston narrowed his eyes coldly.

He knew Tobias and the others would never have presented this without solid evidence.

His expression grew darker and more menacing by the second.

Gianna’s body began to tremble.

The very existence of Everett’s unconscious body was living proof of her guilt.

"Miss Gianna," Tobias spoke up, his voice like steel.

"Four days ago, you received a mysterious package.

The sender’s signature matches the one you used in that email."

"Everett never did anything to deserve this.

I suggest you think very carefully about what you’ve done—

Before it’s too late."

Tobias forced down the revulsion rising in his chest as he delivered the words.