Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 569

“Stop! Stop right now! Put her down!”

Sarah Brown was absolutely livid as she tore after the men, determined to get Lillian back.

But she and Susan were no match for a group of security guards.

Within moments, both women were shoved to the pavement.

Lillian struggled with all her might, desperate not to go, but it was useless. They pinned her arms and bundled her into a black SUV.

Susan scrambled to her feet, wide-eyed and panicking. “Oh my God, what are we going to do now?!”

How in the world was she supposed to explain this to Ms. Davis?

Sarah Brown was fuming, picking herself up and snapping at Susan, “Call the cops! Tell them someone just snatched a kid off the street!”

“R-right, I’m on it!” Susan fumbled for her phone, dialing 911 with shaking hands.

While Susan was on the phone, Sarah was already typing furiously on her own, texting Camila Davis everything that had just happened.

When Camila read the message, her face went pale with rage.

The Smith family just couldn’t quit, could they?

She called Sarah immediately. “I’m heading over right now. Where is Jordan Smith’s engagement party being held?”

Sarah knew exactly what she was planning. “It’s at the Smith Group’s hotel— the fanciest one in downtown Harrisburg.”

“Got it. I’ll meet you there.”

Camila’s voice was tight, every word bitten off with barely-contained fury.

Thankfully, Sarah managed to keep her head. “Wait, Camila! You need an invitation to get in. Yours was stolen, remember? If you just show up, they’ll never let you in. And if they took Lillian, they’ll probably be on guard for you, too.”

Camila gritted her teeth. “Don’t worry, I’ll figure out the invitation.”

She hung up and immediately dialed Walter Wilson.

He picked up on the first ring. “Camila?”

Meanwhile, upstairs—

Barbara Jones had just gotten the update from security: Camila Davis was downstairs.

Sandra Taylor was practically glowing with smug satisfaction, but tried to look concerned as she asked, “Should we let Camila in?”

Barbara snorted. “Now? What for? Wait until the party’s in full swing. Then we’ll let her see just how out of her league she really is.”

Just as Barbara said, the engagement party was extravagant, even if it was put together in a rush. Jordan Smith had spared no expense. The ballroom shimmered with crystal, the buffet tables groaned under towers of lobster rolls, roast beef, and delicate mini quiches. Every guest was someone important— politicians, CEOs, old-money socialites.

No matter what anyone said about Sandra before, tonight, they’d all have to acknowledge her as Mrs. Smith.

Sandra couldn’t hide her delight, and Barbara, full of self-importance, leaned in with a warning. “Don’t screw this up tonight. You know you’re only here because of that baby, and because Jordan wants this. If it was just up to me— after everything you’ve pulled— I’d never have agreed.”

Sandra was in too good a mood to be offended. She put on her sweetest smile. “I know, Barbara. Thank you.”

Barbara seemed satisfied with her obedience. “Alright then. Go get ready. I’m going to check on Lillian.”

And with that, the party—and the storm outside—continued.