My Secret Billionaire Husband Chapter 2813 - 2823

The greater Joanna Lawrence flaunted her superiority before Annie Lawrence, the more readily Annie got provoked. Merely a few taunts from Joanna sufficed to drain all color from Annie's face in fury, redden her eyes, and leave her trembling uncontrollably.

Even though Annie's rage had built to the verge of making her spit blood, she remained utterly powerless against Joanna.

Nor could she challenge Joanna's claims.

For she knew deep down that Joanna spoke nothing but the truth.

Considering the huge chasm now dividing her from Joanna, even capturing those words on a recording likely wouldn't hurt Joanna in the slightest.

Joanna needed only to claim the audio was fabricated.

Those siding with Joanna would surely vastly outnumber her own believers.

And should she somehow obtain a genuine recording,

either the Heath family or the White family could swiftly discredit it as phony.

At this moment, she was helpless against that wretched Joanna.

Unless...

she managed to secure a formidable supporter of her own.

Such as... winning the favor of Frank Parker, which would give her the leverage to stand against Joanna.

"I, I have nothing to say to you! Joanna Lawrence, don’t be so smug—the world doesn't spin for you alone. You’d better pray bad luck never finds you!" Unable to counter Joanna or strike back, and fearing more words might expose her secrets to that sly little bitch Joanna,

she spat out her frustration before whirling around and stomping off.

Joanna stayed rooted, watching Annie depart, as the grin on her lips gradually dissolved.

Fresh from piecing together a few hints, a startling notion sparked in her mind.

Though it struck her as somewhat implausible.

Yet... should it hold truth...

Omega Huntley could prove far deadlier than Joanna had imagined.

That woman's overtures toward her surely harbored no pure motives.

She couldn't afford sloppiness here—even if her hunch proved false, hiring someone to probe it was essential.

Better to guard against the worst...

"Mommy, mommy..."

Lost in her musings, Joanna heard a soft, childish voice chime nearby. She snapped alert and gazed down at the toddler clinging to her legs.

With gentle warmth, she inquired, "Olivia, are you drowsy? Want to nap some more?"

Amid the blaze at Annie's home, Joanna had only just settled Olivia down for a short rest.

The child rubbed her eyes, cheeks still flushed with slumber, bobbed her head, and murmured cutely, "Sleepy, want to sleep."

"Okay, Mommy will carry you back to bed, alright?" Joanna knelt low, stretched out her arms, and scooped up Olivia.

*

Inside the room once more.

Having lulled Olivia to sleep again, Joanna grabbed her phone, stepped out to the balcony, and fired off a Twitter message to Linda.

Joanna: Linda, did you suspect Omega Huntley got surgery to mimic my looks earlier? I studied her up close today—she's definitely had work done. Now I'm deeply wary of her true identity. I suspect... she could be someone familiar to us both.

Linda had partnered with Annie for more than two years in the past.

Acting as Annie's personal manager.

One could say Linda knew Annie inside out.

Thus, Joanna figured discussing this with Linda made sense—perhaps Linda could offer some sharp insights.

Linda shot back a reply almost instantly.

Linda: Yeah, I spotted it right away from her photo before—she absolutely went under the knife to resemble you.