All Chapters of Nine Ungrateful Sisters: Chapter 501 - Chapter 510

"Oscar! Ha! I saw what you pulled off in Silverton today! Heh. You should've let the cameras get a few more shots of the Chamberlains' faces. I would've loved to see that!"Caleb had Draconox business to handle and hadn't attended the ceremony in person. But the event received enough media coverage that news of it reached him almost immediately."Thank you," Oscar said.Without Caleb's help behind the scenes, Oscar might never have found the resolve to move against the Chamberlains."Ha, don't worry about it. Did you need to ask me something? How's your condition holding up?" Caleb asked."Same as always. Never mind that for now. I want to ask about my adoptive father, Arthur. You've visited our household before. I heard the two of you were close friends. How well did you know him?" Oscar's voice turned flat and serious.Caleb fell momentarily silent. "Arthur? He was a decent man. But I only got to know him because of you, didn't I? What's there to ask about?"Caleb couldn't mak

Patrons at the restaurant might recognize her. That was the downside. The upside was better hourly pay and shorter shifts.The coffee shop sat in a busy commercial district. She could wear a mask there. The area had heavy foot traffic, the work was demanding, and the pay was lower, but the chances of being recognized were slim.She thought it over. They would provide uniforms, and she could wear makeup. No one should be able to identify her.Back when she ran the Chamberlain Group, Amara had never worn makeup to the office. She believed in keeping things natural.A woman's flaws weren't flaws at all. They were part of what made her unique.She had always hated the idea of painting everyone into the same face and calling it fashion or style. It was never for her.But now, the very thing she had rejected might be what saved her. The right makeup could turn her into someone no one would recognize, not even herself."That settles it."She messaged the coffee shop contact.The repl

Clara said, "All right. I'll find a daily-pay job too. It should bring in around 30 dollars a day. I can at least cover food. Then we might even be able to set aside Hilda's share. Things are looking up."Clara patted Giana on the shoulder and walked out of the guesthouse.…Amara had barely stepped through the restaurant door to report for work when the supervisor on duty squinted at her with a puzzled expression. "You seem familiar."Amara smiled. "You're probably thinking I look like Amara, the CEO of the Chamberlain Group. People tell me that all the time. But I'm not her."The ease and confidence in her reply completely threw the supervisor off. "No, no, I never said that. Not at all."The Chamberlain name carried more weight than any other in Silverton, and hers carried the most weight of all. If she was going to find work, she could not do it as herself. That would be humiliation disguised as a job application.Thus, she had put on makeup and borrowed Elara's ID. Today, h

Barbara was firmly on Oscar's side. "And everything he did for that family, he did selflessly. Every one of those sisters was blind to it.""I don't know about that," Amara said. "From what I heard, Oscar had his own agenda. He hid in that household for years. He had all that ability and never said a word to his sisters. If he had just been upfront, none of this would have happened."Barbara shook her head. "You don't get it. He was an adopted son. Do you know what that's like? Walking on eggshells every day. How could he tell them? What if they started asking him to do things he couldn't deliver?"The gap between the Chamberlain family and Draconox is enormous. Women like that, with expectations like theirs? They'd ask him to move mountains."Could he actually do that? No. So he did what he could. He kept his head down and took care of them quietly. It's the Chamberlain family's loss that they couldn't see what they had."Amara said nothing. 'Move mountains. What a thing to say.

It was not that people were shameless. They were just shameless in the most entertaining way possible.Hector watched the messages pile up in the group chat and laughed until he wheezed."You're terrible," his companion said. "Should we tell them it's not actually her? That she's just a lookalike?"They had already switched to a private chat.Hector waved him off. "Give it a minute. Let me enjoy the congratulations a little longer."His companion shook his head and sent a clear front-facing photo of Amara to the group.[She's just a waitress who happens to look a lot like Amara. If she were the real Amara, Hector here would be the one licking her heels.]That immediately killed the excitement in the chat.[Damn it, I actually believed you.][Playing with our emotions like that. Hector, you sly dog.]Hector took the ribbing in good humor, but then he stopped laughing.[Tell me honestly. Does she look like her or not?]A brief silence followed. Then someone finally replied.