usatvline Chapter 304: The Long-Lost Daughter
Chapter 304: The Long-Lost Daughter
A rich, smooth voice sounded, interwoven through the microphone into the ears of all guests above the hall.
It was a cliché and mundane opening remark.
Maya Monroe looked toward the voice, only to see Tristan Rowe already in the hall without her noticing. He was dressed formally, with a silk-striped tie across his chest, looking both formal and handsome. He held the microphone with one hand, his gaze seemingly light but actually intensely oppressive.
The protagonist appeared, and everyone’s eyes looked upward. Tristan Rowe neither descended to converse nor entertained the guests at his banquet, casually sending a few waiters over, which was undoubtedly very arrogant. Yet now he held the microphone and spoke, not a single person dared to disrespect him.
Maya Monroe felt her arm tightly held by someone, she looked up to find it was Monica Jacobs.
Monica Jacobs’ lips were painted with lipstick, but her tightly pursed corners revealed her tense nerves.
Sensing Monica’s unease, Maya gently patted her shoulder, "Mom, don’t be nervous, it’s nothing."
Monica’s furrowed brow did not relax, "I just feel something bad is going to happen..."
"You and Dad don’t know why Tristan invited you?"
Monica shook her head, glancing at Tristan with a flash of dislike in her eyes.
Tristan finally ended the lengthy, boring opening remarks, clearing his throat slightly, "I thank you all for giving me face, the reason for hosting this banquet is actually to announce something important to me, naturally, it’s a joyous occasion."
People below had various thoughts, guessing what joyous occasion Tristan could be referring to, probably getting married, but who would it be to? There’s never been any news or rumors...
"Recently, I finally found the daughter I had been separated from for years, taking this opportunity to introduce her to everyone."
Maya’s eyelids twitched, suddenly having a bad premonition.
People around were also in a state of shock, disbelieving that Tristan suddenly brought back a daughter.
Her arm clenched tightly, Monica’s forehead covered in cold sweat.
"Maya, Maya..." Monica tightly held Maya’s arm, fearful of something unknown.
Maya could only gently pat Monica to soothe her.
Why is Monica so fearful of Tristan? What grudge or entanglement does the Monroe Family have with Tristan?
Tristan’s face held a smile, a genuine and heartfelt smile. His gaze moved upstairs, holding a faint trace of affection.
The next second, a white skirt appeared on the spiral staircase, followed by a slender waist, as the person gracefully descended, revealing a delicate and fair face to everyone.
Tristan reached out, holding her hand as she slowly walked down.
Maya squinted her eyes, slightly astonished, the person was Kiki Monroe.
Could Kiki Monroe be Tristan’s long-lost daughter?
It seems many developments in the plot have greatly changed, Kiki Monroe would only be more troublesome in the future.
Maya sipped some juice, her tense nerves relaxing, even feeling a hint of pleasure.
No doubt, the world is becoming more challenging.
So interesting...
Kiki Monroe held her head high, feeling like a proud princess at this moment, standing on a high platform, overlooking everyone, savoring their gaze of shock or envy.
The long-held breath finally exhaled.
Her gaze shifted, then her body slightly stiffened. Maya’s surprise lasted only a moment before reverting to her usual lazy demeanor. Why? Was she really looked down upon?
Kiki Monroe was no longer the reckless person unable to restrain her temper, so she quickly donned a smile.
Compared to Maya’s calmness, others’ expressions were far more complex.
Howard Rowe’s handsome brows furrowed, seemingly surprised by this turn of events, the Monroe Family’s newly found daughter turned out to be Tristan’s biological daughter? This was too absurd.
Jessica Young’s pupils enlarged, her mouth agape in surprise, she couldn’t fathom what she thought of, her face showing disbelief. Franklin Rowe stood beside her, also quite surprised.
The most agitated was Monica Jacobs, seemingly screaming before rushing onto the stage attempting to pull Kiki Monroe down, Jasper Monroe hurriedly followed.
No one expected Monica to have such a powerful burst, she was in front of the stage in a flash.
Tristan merely snapped his fingers, immediately a few white bodyguards came over, preventing Monica from approaching.
Kiki Monroe was originally observing Maya’s expression, undeniably feeling a bit stifled upon seeing Maya’s calm face. When Monica rushed over, she was forced to shift her attention.
Uncontrollably stepping back a few steps, she watched Monica in a mad state not far away, her eyes full of vigilance and disgust without any pity.
Perhaps there was a moment of pity for Monica, but it quickly was covered by another more elusive emotion.
Kiki tightly gripped her skirt, making the servants stand in front of her.
After her initial surprise, Maya quickly followed.
Monica’s emotions were clearly unstable, she repeatedly said, "My daughter, that’s my daughter, the daughter I searched hard to find!!"
Jasper Monroe was also in pain, knowing how much Monica was affected by Kiki Monroe’s loss in the past, she even needed psychological therapy. Now with Tristan inexplicably recognizing Kiki as his daughter, the extent of Monica’s breakdown was imaginable.
The bodyguard seeing Monica’s persistent pestering forcefully tried dragging her out. Jasper, accustomed to the office, was unable to stop, having nearly no resistance against the robust bodyguards.
Suddenly a hand stretched over, forcibly separating the bodyguards clutching Monica’s hand.
The bodyguards attempted to seize her again, but this time got kicked in the abdomen by high heels, retreating two steps without falling, only feeling pain in the internal organs.
He cursed something unpleasant, looking up to see a strikingly beautiful woman, faintly familiar, in a protective stance shielding Monica.
Hardly having time to ponder whom she resembled like, he heard a cold, fierce voice from her:
"Touch her again, I’ll cripple your hand!"
The bodyguard scoffed at first, but upon seeing her eyes, the beautiful eyes turned fierce in anger, like a fierce beast capable of tearing apart the carotid artery with sharp teeth. Her gaze’s ferocity approached that of a brutal beast.
Inadvertently pausing on the spot, he cast his eyes to the stage, listening to his master’s command.
Monica’s emotions hadn’t yet recovered, Maya could only hold her, constantly comforting her.
Feeling slight dampness on her shoulder, Maya’s body stiffened, not daring to look at Monica’s tear-stained face.