Bella's POV
I studied the man before me, confusion clouding my thoughts.
He shared some resemblance with Julian—those captivating eyes, that refined nose bridge. But compared to Julian's breathtaking features, his appearance was utterly unremarkable.
Worse still, his twisted nature made even these ordinary features absolutely revolting.
"Who do you think you are, spouting such garbage here?" Penny moved forward, her eyes blazing with anger.
She prepared to strike, but the man's bodyguard swiftly intervened and snapped, "How dare you? This is the heir of the Sinclair family."
I raised an eyebrow, my expression growing cold.
So that's his identity. Julian's father's bastard child with some mistress, later adopted as Helena's nephew. Calling him the heir was laughable.
"There's only one true heir in the Sinclair family. Where does this random pretender come from?" I shot Tristan Sinclair a look of pure contempt. Without hesitation, I delivered a sharp slap across his face.
