Chapter 447: Reluctant to Go Back

Under everyone’s gaze, Charles continued steadily, “As for what has happened to Steward Group
recently, I guess all of you are quite curious. I’m also curious about one thing - after the explosion
happened twenty years ago, what on earth had happened, and is Phoebe my biological daughter?
Hence, I spent a lot of time and effort on the investigation. Finally, I found a key person.”

As he finished speaking, Jeffrey walked out, accompanied by two bodyguards.

It should be the first time for Jeffrey to attend such an event. However, he didn’t feel weird or
uncomfortable at all. Instead, with a bright smile, he said hello to people who were looking at him.

Charles continued, “Ms. Radomil used to bring me a relic of my latest wife and told me it was
something from her mother. And this man standing here is her father who has brought her up. He’s the
only one who knows the truth and if Ms. Radomil’s mother was my wife died in the accident.”

Off the stage, Donald whispered, “It seems he wants to indicate the relic and your words were fake
upon Jeffrey’s confirmation, so he could kick you out of the Stewards’ Mansion.”

Stella said, “It seemed so probably.”

Not far from here, Cameron was also watching the scene solemnly while pressing on his walking stick.

Charles added, “I’m quite curious about the whole thing. However, before the truth is revealed, I also
want to make another announcement. No matter what the result would be, no matter if Phoebe or Ms.
Radomil is my daughter, I would give the whole Steward Group to my biological daughter.”

Upon hearing it, all guests started discussing.

Charles made a wise move - as long as he had bribed Stella’s gambler father, even if Stella was
Charles’s biological daughter, once Jeffrey denied, Steward Group would fall in Phoebe’s hand. Stella
couldn’t get anything but also could be blamed.



However, in that case, some were confused - if Stella was truly his biological daughter, what would his
purpose be by doing this? Would it be because that he loved his adopted daughter than his biological
one all over the years, so he didn’t care about Stella at all?

To say the least, about the relic and birth mother, if Stella had made the story just for the wealth and
fame of the Steward family, she would lose all standing and reputation right here tonight.

Others also knew who her backer was now. So they guessed if Charles was going to get up in the
grudge with Conrad Group.

No matter what his plan was, as long as he had made the decision, all the guests were confused.

Under all the gazes, Jeffrey walked to Charles and stood next to him. Rubbing his hands and glancing
through the off stage, he grinned, “I’ve never imagined that I could get a chance to talk to so many rich
people... It’s off-topic. This man... Mr. Steward invited me here to ask what happened twenty years ago
and if Stella is my or his biological daughter. It’s no doubt. I’ve brought up my daughter. Look how
pretty she is. Of course, she’s my good daughter.”

Jeffrey paused a bit to look at all kinds of expressions of the audience. Instantly, he felt himself a focus.
He had never been so proud. Standing upright, he continued, “But...unfortunately, she’s not my
biological daughter.”

He started to ring the bell sadly, “I remember it was a dark night. On my way home, I saw a mother and
her daughter faint in the bush on the roadside. Out of kindness, I saved them. I wanted to call the
police and help them find their family, but the woman said that a bad man was looking for them, so she
stopped me from calling the police. I couldn’t do anything but only keep them, raising them from then
on.”

A guest off stage questioned, “Lyndon Steward died in the explosion, and Mr. Steward woke up after a
coma for three months. It was reported on the news at that time. Why didn’t they go back to the



Stewards’ Mansion after that but vanished?”

Jeffrey’s smile twisted more, “What else would be the reason? It was because she fell in love with me
and was unwilling to go back.”

“Bullshit!”

“You can ask around if I bullshit or not. She also gave birth to my son. My son is the top...”

“Shut up!”

A female’s cold voice ran out.

No one noticed when Stella had been standing opposite Jeffrey.

Jeffrey looked over at her and said in a flattery tone, “My good daughter, I had raised you for so many
years. If I had known that your biological father is someone famous, I would have sent you home
earlier, so that you didn’t need to suffer with us.”

Stella ignored him completely. She said to Charles, “Mr. Steward, now you’ve got the answer you want.
Why do you still keep him here?”

Jeffrey frowned, seemingly quite unhappy, “How can you talk to me like that? I’ve raised you for so
many years. Now you’ve found a rich father, so you don’t want to admit me as your father, do you?”

Meanwhile, Charles also raised his hand to hint at his bodyguard to take Jeffrey off stage.

Jeffrey kept cursing and nagging, but he didn’t stay longer. Soon, he vanished in others’ sight.

The banquet hall fell into a deadly silence.



No one on the scene expected to hear what Jeffrey had said - he had admitted that Stella was the
biological daughter of the Steward family.

They wondered if Charles’s announcement earlier still counted.

Why others kept guessing, Charles said, “For what happened in the past, I felt so sorry and ashamed.
If I could spend more effort to find Miranda and our daughter, things wouldn’t have come to this end,
and Stella wouldn’t have suffered for so many years.”

Stella looked at him coldly, curling up her lips into a sneer.

Charles added, “I won’t go back on my word just now. I won’t break my promise. To make up to Stella,
I’ll hand the whole Steward Group to her. She could do whatever she wants to it. From now on, I’ll
never be involved in anything about Steward Group.”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another uproar among the guests.

It turned out to be so different from what they had expected. The development of this matter turned
quite abruptly.

When Charles was about to step off the stage, Stella said indifferently, “Excuse me, Mr. Steward. I have
a question.”

Charles said, “Stella, you should change the way to call me. If you have any questions, we can have a
private talk. I also want to talk to you.”

Stella smiled, “Not necessarily. Let’s talk here. I believe all guests would also be curious about the thing
I asked.”

Charles stood with a slight frown without a trace. Then he returned to normal, “Go ahead.”



“Since I vanished with my mother together that year, where was Ms. Phoebe Steward from? I was
already seven that year. Mr. Steward, did you mistake her for me?”


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