Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 58

Chapter 58 Sinister Scheme

“Wasn’t the results of the paternity test changed already? Did that wench Nicole refuse to acknowledge the results?” Lydia asked.

Queenie nodded. She initially thought that she would be able to definitely keep her position as Colton’s future wife, but she hadn’t expected Nicole to be so mulish as to request for another test.

“What’s more, that moron Joseph actually thinks that Nicole’s son is his kid, and he wants that paternity test done!”

Queenie was irritated at the thought of her idiotic co-schemer, Joseph. He had a great face, but it was unfortunate that he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

Lydia couldn’t stop her brows from furrowing at that news. If the truth were to come to light, both Gardner Corporation and F&M Apparel would direct their wrath at them with all the power they had. If all their misdeeds were revealed, they’d be truly done for!

“What should we do?” Lydia couldn’t think of a plan right now.

“If they plan to do the test on the spot, I can’t tamper with the results. Mom, I have an idea. Why don’t we just make the lie about Joseph and Nicole a reality before they go for the paternity test?” As Queenie said this, a cruel look streaked across her eyes.

Lydia thought that Queenie had a point, and she immediately thought of a plan. She pulled Queenie closer. “Listen, your father’s birthday is the day after. Find a way to get Nicole to come. Then, we’ll drug Nicole and Joseph and make them sleep together. It won’t matter whether or not that kid is actually Joseph’s then.”

At the mention of Lydia’s scheme, the corners of Queenie’s lips unconsciously pulled up into a bright smile. She nodded. “You’re the smartest, Mom. And we’ll record the entire thing when that happens. Supposing she didn’t end up marrying Joseph, Colton would surely spurn and detest her then. Even if she finds out in the future that her son has the Gardners’ blood in his veins, Mrs. Gardner wouldn’t allow such an uncouth woman into her family!”

“That’s settled then. Relax, Queenie. You are the only one who will be Colton’s wife,” Lydia stated in certainty as she reached out to pat Queenie in a soothing manner. She managed to squeeze Nicole’s mother out of the picture over twenty years ago. What was that spring chicken, Nicole, going to do to fight her?

“But how are we going to get Nicole to attend Dad’s birthday party?” Queenie thought of the crux of the problem. Nicole was repulsed by the Andersons. She would definitely refuse to attend the party.

“The reason behind her mother’s divorce over ten years ago was cheating. I am the only one who knows the actual truth,” Lydia said slowly.

Back then, although William was the first one to cheat, he hadn’t thought of divorcing Lydia once Queenie was born. She then pulled a few tricks to make Nicole’s mother to be perceived as the adulterer. That was how Lydia officially became the lady of the Anderson household.

“You mean to use this to draw Nicole over?” Queenie asked, having understood her mother’s intention. However, there was some hesitation apparent between her brows. “But that’s such a plain reason. It’s obvious that we’re preparing to spring a trap on her.”

Lydia was an old hand at scheming. She gave a light chuckle. If they phrased it like that, Nicole would certainly not come. But if they added a little flair to the story, then it would be a different matter.

“Go to Nicole and use this piece of news in exchange for her to stay away from Colton. She will then assume that you only willingly told her this because you think that she’s trying to snatch your place as Colton’s wife.”

A sly gleam shone in Queenie’s eyes after that. Her mother was the smart one for thinking of such a detailed plan. That way, everything would fall into place.

“All right, I’ll invite her tomorrow. She’s sure to fall for it!” Queenie’s foul mood instantly turned around. This time, Nicole will be trampled under my foot, never to rise again! So what if she’s the Chief Designer of F&M Apparel? When the time comes and everything is revealed, she’ll have to choose between getting married to the playboy that was Joseph, or to never live with her head held up high again!

At that thought, all Queenie could feel was glee and smugness.