Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 333

Everyone in the room had their own little schemes. They all thought Valery and Marcus were fools, and to keep them firmly under control, each person had a secret or two held over the couple’s heads.

Take that particular aunt, for example. She’d gone so far as to hire a young, handsome male model, inviting Valery out for a “spa day”—all under the pretense of a wellness massage. But it was just a set-up, a chance to gather dirt on Valery, in case she decided not to side with her when it came time to split the inheritance.

Marcus was no exception either. Every single person in that family was plotting against the couple. And yet, Marcus and Valery seemed to revel in all the attention, soaking up the flattery like it was their due.

Marcus especially was the sort who, even after a major setback, never once considered if he himself might be to blame.

The butler watched Marcus with a helpless look. In his mind, Marcus had never seemed like the old man’s son. And yet, strangely enough, both of Marcus’s own sons had turned out to be capable and ambitious—sometimes, good fruit really did grow from a crooked tree.

“Young master!” At the end of the corridor, Tyrone strode in with Alicia by his side. The butler quickly wiped away the tears in his eyes and hurried over.

“Thank goodness you’re finally here. It’s chaos outside, and the old man is still in there—no one knows if he’ll make it.” The butler’s words tumbled out in a rush.

Easton wanted to speak to Tyrone too, but with so many people around, he had to keep his distance from his brother.

Tyrone cast a cold glance toward Marcus and the rest. His voice was calm and low. “Did the old man leave a will?”

The butler hesitated, then shook his head in silence.

The old man’s instructions had been clear: no one was to know about his will until the very end, until after his death.

The uncles and aunts strained their ears, and when they heard there was no will, they all let out a collective sigh of relief.

Alicia just smiled. “And what exactly are you? Had a few good days and now you think you’re some kind of heiress?”

Valery’s expression darkened. “Whatever you think you’re after, you can forget it. The inheritance isn’t up for grabs.”

They were all so confident—after all, if there was no will, everything would fall straight into their hands.

Alicia couldn’t help but find it all ridiculous. Years ago, none of them wanted this family. But now, after Tyrone had led the Lynch family to new heights, suddenly every last one of them was here, fighting tooth and nail for a share.

Pathetic.