Ready to Rule: The Real Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 1019

The lady wrinkled her nose in obvious disgust. Behind her, a well-dressed lady and a younger girl in a stylish dress eyed the place with the same look, like stepping into this neighborhood was a personal insult.

“Oh my god, this place is so shabby. Do people really live here?”

“Is this a slum or what?”

“Mom, do I really have to go in?”

“I don’t want to go either. This place is totally beneath me. I’m a princess, remember?”

The two girls kept complaining, acting like nobody else could possibly understand them.

At the Robinsons’ front gate, people were starting to frown.

“Are they for real?” Nathaniel muttered, his jaw tight with annoyance.

Normally, Mrs. Robinson or Mabel would have marched right over and set things straight, but today, everyone just stayed quiet.

“Chloe, Janet, hush. People are staring at us,” the older lady with them whispered.

Just then, a white-haired man in a sharp gray suit stepped out of the car. He walked up slowly, eyes lingering on the old house with a strange blend of nostalgia and uncertainty.

Mr. and Mrs. Robinson hurried over to greet him.

“Damien, welcome home.”

Damien leaned on his cane and let out a sigh. “It’s been so long. Standing here again, memories just come flooding back.”

Not all of those memories were happy.

Mrs. Robinson smiled. “It’s so rare for you to bring the kids back. Let’s head inside first, then we’ll catch up.”

He nodded, then turned to the three women with him and smiled gently. “Wendy, take Chloe and Janet inside.”

Wendy, his daughter-in-law, gave a nod and led her two daughters, both looking like they’d just stepped in something foul, through the Robinsons’ front door.

But as soon as they got inside, Chloe, the so-called princess, stopped dead.

“I…”

Mr. Robinson stepped in quickly. “Since you’re curious, let me introduce all the kids.” He waved over Lydia, Blake, and the rest.

His own grandson might not be a genius, but his grandkids from his daughter’s side were all top of the class. Honestly, any of them could run circles around Damien’s granddaughters.

“This is my oldest grandson, Blake. He was a straight-A student, the kind every university fights over. Now he runs Norwood Enterprises and he’s the richest man in the country.”

He grinned. “My second grandson Arthur is just as talented. He’s working for the government now, real top-tier stuff.” He flashed a thumbs up.

Damien definitely knew who Blake was, but he remembered the Robinsons and Norwoods didn’t used to get along. What changed this year?

“This is my third grandson, Garrett, a rising star in medicine. Hospitals everywhere want him.”

“And here’s my youngest grandson, Elliot, a musical prodigy. He’s the biggest pop star. His concerts are selling out around the world.”

Finally, Mr. Robinson pulled Lydia over with a proud smile. “And this is my granddaughter. Lydia started learning medicine at five, won international academic awards at six, and this year she aced the national exams with a perfect score. The whole family is so proud of her.”