The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus)

Marcus took the photograph handed to him by Jonathan.

In the picture was a little girl with a round face, fair skin tinged with a rosy glow, and two adorable pigtails. Her eyes were bright as she smiled, her large, round pupils complementing her delicate nose and gently curved lips. She was an exquisitely beautiful child.

And she wasn't a stranger to him. In fact, he knew exactly who she was.

"Mr. Remington, if I help you find your daughter and agree to look after her, you will give me the Poisonous Snowdrop, correct?"

He handed the photo back, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. "I can accept your terms, but I need to see the Poisonous Snowdrop first to verify its authenticity."

"That's not a problem."

Jonathan turned and retrieved an elegant mahogany box behind him. He opened it and pushed it toward Marcus.

Inside the box lay a withered root, its tip adorned with shriveled petals. Marcus counted them. There were exactly 21 petals.

"I need to take a picture and send it to the doctor for confirmation."

"Go ahead. I always thought no one would ever need this thing. After all, it is a highly toxic substance." Jonathan sipped his coffee. It may not look like much, but even a tiny bit of it can kill an elephant. So tell me, Mr. Holden, what exactly do you need the Poisonous Snowdrop for?"

"There's no need for you to concern yourself with that," Marcus replied as he snapped a photo and sent it to Natalie.

A moment later, she responded. "It's the real Poisonous Snowdrop. You must bring it back."

Marcus replied, "Understood."

"Mr. Remington, I know where your daughter is," he said. "I promise that after you and your wife pass away, I will take care of her and ensure she is never mistreated."

He carefully put the Poisonous Snowdrop away. Even if he hadn't happened to recognize Jonathan's missing daughter, he would never have given up on obtaining the plant.

"You really know my daughter? Don't lie to me. I've searched for her for years, met so many girls who looked similar, but none of them were her." Jonathan's eyes widened.

"She's not in this country. That is why you could never find her," Marcus replied casually. Right in front of Jonathan, he dialed a number and put the call on speaker.

A man's voice came through. "Marcus? What's going on?"

"Samuel, is Sierra with you?"

Samuel hesitated. "Why are you asking about Sierra?"

Marcus kept it brief. "I found her biological father."

"What? You are not joking, are you?" Samuel's tone immediately changed.

"I'm not. Put her on a video call."

"Alright, give me a moment."

Samuel hung up. A few minutes later, he called back with a video call. Marcus answered, and a young lady's face appeared on the screen.

She had a round face, shoulder-length silky hair, fair skin with a rosy glow, and large, expressive eyes. She looked at Marcus with curiosity.

"Mr. Holden, were you looking for me?"

"Yes." Marcus handed the phone to Jonathan. "Mr. Remington, take a look. Is this your daughter?"

Jonathan put on his reading glasses and stared intently at the screen. After a moment of silence, he suddenly burst into tears.

"It's her. That's my daughter. She looks exactly the same as when she was little,

just grown. Sweetheart, it's me. I'm your father!"

Sierra blinked in confusion, momentarily at a loss.

"I will explain. Mr. Remington, is that correct? Please calm down. Can you tell me exactly what is going on?" Samuel said, frowning at Jonathan, who was sobbing uncontrollably. "If you're too emotional, give the phone to Marcus, and I will speak with him."

Samuel explained, "I'm Sierra's fiancé. Years ago, my mother rescued her from an abduction, and the Sinclair family adopted her. But we moved abroad when we were young. We have lived overseas ever since and never returned. If you are trúly Sierra's biological father, I will bring her back to meet you." noveldrama

"I am. I am!" Jonathan sobbed uncontrollably. "It's my fault. I should never have lost you back then. Sweetheart, my precious Sweetheart. Here, this is her childhood photo. Look. She really grew up exactly the same. It's identical."

Jonathan was so emotional that his voice broke. "I'm telling your mother right now. We have found you, we have finally found you."

Marcus retrieved the phone. "Samuel, bring Sierra back as soon as possible. Do a paternity test. Also, Sinclair Group needs you."

Samuel scoffed at the mention of the company. "Marcus, forget it. I am only bringing Sierra to meet her family. I will not be returning to the company or the family."

"Ivan is dead. He and Julia are both dead," Marcus said calmly.

"Before she died, Julia exposed everything about her past with Ivan. If you do not believe me, check the news yourself."

"Is that so? Marcus, I have cut ties with the Sinclair family for a long time." Samuel smirked, clearly skeptical.

"So you are going to ignore your mother and sister? Living freely abroad with Sierra is all that matters to you?" Marcus' tone was sharp. "Samuel, don't give me that excuse about hating Ivan. You've been living off Sinclair family money all these years."

"Marcus, this is the Sinclair family's business. It has nothing to do with you," Samuel snapped, irritation clear in his voice.

"Ivan is dead. Sophia cannot hold the company together on her own. I'm not joking. Besides, Sierra's father is here. Shouldn't you let them reunite?" Marcus' voice turned serious.

Samuel turned to Sierra, reining in his temper. "Do you recognize this man?"

She had been staring at Jonathan, and when asked, she hesitated before shaking

her head. "I don't know him... but he feels very familiar."

"Sweetheart, I'm your father. Don't you remember? When you were little, I woke up early every morning to do your hair. You always said your mother's cooking was bad, so cooked for you every day." Jonathan cried as he spoke. "Your favorite dish was my honey mustard ribs. Don't you remember?"

The more he spoke, the more shock filled Sierra's eyes. After a long silence, she grabbed Samuel's arm tightly. "Samuel, I want to go back. I need to go back."

"Sweetheart, your name is Sierra Sinclair now, isn't it? That's fine. I don't mind." Jonathan continued crying uncontrollably. "As long as you come home, I don't care what name you go by."

He turned to Marcus, overwhelmed with emotion. He suddenly dropped to his knees. "Mr. Holden, you are my benefactor. Thank you, thank you."

He had come with only the faintest hope, never expecting such an outcome.

"Mr. Holden, I take back what I said about entrusting my daughter to you. I still have years left to take care of her."

Marcus quickly helped Jonathan up. "I believe she is your daughter. You should go home and tell your wife immediately."

Then, he stopped him. "Wait. You two should exchange contact information first."