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Grandpa Qin's words hit Everly like a challenge wrapped in velvet and dipped in arsenic. And for her? That was basically a green light. A starting pistol. An invitation to dance.
Her grin spreading like she'd just been handed the winning lottery ticket.
Well, he can't possibly kill his grandson's fiancée who's supposedly carrying his great-grandbabies, right? Right?
The only hiccup was that Grandma Qin had already spilled the beans about the fake pregnancy, but Everly decided to file that inconvenient truth away in the mental drawer labeled "Problems For Future Everly."
Present Everly had a grand entrance to make.
