The rise of the lost heir

Chapter 46: Dream on, Whitmore.

Joe arrived at the location Hannah had given him; it was a small cottage house.

He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as he looked around. The place looked like something out of a fairy tale, with its soft pastel exterior and white picket fence.

Before he could even knock, the door opened, and he saw Hannah standing on the porch with her usual half-smile.

“Welcome,” she said, gesturing for him to come inside.

Joe stepped into the cottage, and his first impression was almost overwhelming. The space was decorated with pink flowers and delicate lace. It looked like something out of a dollhouse, and he didn’t expect Hannah to leave in a place like this or even like the color pink.

She acted like a reserved person who preferred white-colored walls and matching curtains. Joe remembered the saying never judge a book by its cover, and that made him bite down on a smirk, fighting to keep his expression neutral.

Hannah seemed to catch his gesture, and she raised an eyebrow.

“If you’re about