Chapter 104


    The mansion was filled with soft music. Gathered under a luxurious chandelier were the elites of


    prestigious backgrounds.


    Mrs. Carter, John’s stepmother, was talking to Mrs. Langford, Samuel’s mother, on the balcony. As Mrs.


    Carter had been taking good care of her skin, her appearance belied her true age and she only looked


    like she was in her thirties.


    As the sun was almost setting, Mrs. Carter said, “It’s gettingte, I should head back now.”


    Before she could finish her sentence, she saw a shadow standing under the bnce. She let out a


    startled cry from shock.


    “Who is that?”


    “What?” Mrs. Langford followed Mrs. Carter’s stare and turned her head to look. Not far from the balcony,


    someone suspicious was standing there.


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    It was quite difficult to see the person’s face due to the distance and the dimmed environment, but Mrs.


    Langford recognised it right away.


    “Tina!


    ‘How dare that wench show up in this mansion after taking what was rightfully Cindy’s!!


    Mrs. Langford was furious but managed to keep her cool. “That must be the new maid. I’ll have someone


    chase her away!” The bodyguards went down at her behest and dragged Tina away forcefully. But Mrs.


    Carter had aplicated look and asked, “Really? A maid? What’s her name?” “Who would know a


    maid’s name?” Mrs. Langford responded callously. “Is there a problem?” “Nothing…” Mrs. Carterughed


    it off. “I’ll take my leave then.” She turned around and left the balcony. Outside of the mansion, a luxury


    car was waiting for her.


    Mrs. Carter entered the car. John, her stepson, was sitting at the back. “Hello, Mrs. Carter,” John said,


    his voice rather cool.


    Mrs. Carter was John’s stepmother. His biological mother died shortly after losing her daughter, and her


    death was also the reason why his father remarried with another.


    Mrs. Carter wasn’t on very close terms with John. But as John was the sessor of the Carter


    1, she forced a smile in response and maintained a cordial rtionship with him.


    Right then, Mrs. Carter was reminded of the shadow she saw just now. For some strange reason, it was


    oddly familiar to her and it reminded her of John’ste biological mother.


    The only one who looked like John’s mother was the daughter, but she went missing years ago.


    Carefully, she asked, “John, I know you’ve been busy with work, but has there been any news about


    Coco?”


    “Yes,” John responded curtly. “Have you found her?” “Not yet.” John murmured, disappointed. Mrs.


    Carter felt relieved, but pretended tofort him. She said gently, “That’s okay, John. I’m sure we’ll find


    her soon.”


    She must have made a mistake a moment ago.


    After all, she was the one who sold Coco to human trafficker and requested to have the child tortured to


    death. It wasn’t possible for Coco to appear at the Langford’s mansion! Most importantly, no one should


    ever know about her crimes. “Oh, right. Mrs. Carter,” John asked abruptly as he suddenly remembered


    something. “Does Coco really have a birthmark on her?”