Early the next morning, Sean Shelton called Cyrus Ford. Speaking in his usual flippant tone, he added a hint of teasing, "Congratulations, you have a son!"
Cyrus’s eyes suddenly turned cold. He lowered his voice, "Immediately send someone to find his biological mother. I want to see results within three days!"
Sean’s head spun. He hinted pointedly, "Come on, Mr. Ford! Don’t you know who the child’s biological mother is? You could at least give me a clue, otherwise how am I supposed to find her?!"
His hint couldn’t help but make Cyrus think of the woman who broke into his room last night.
The faint scent of gardenia still seemed to linger at the tip of his nose, and her lust-filled posture reappeared before his eyes. Even though he couldn’t see her face, his suspicions faintly pointed toward that name.
"But, Cyrus, I heard that five years ago you and Zoe... ahem, she slept with you before breaking up with you? Is it true? Give me a hint so I can go find her!" Sean took the opportunity to gossip.
"There is a shortage of manpower for the project in Zanthos. You will report there tomorrow."
This completely calm sentence terrified Sean into wailing repeatedly, "Oh man, I was just too eager to find a wife for my boss! Pretend I didn’t ask..."
Meanwhile, Zoe Shaw took the opportunity to get on a video call with Zachary Morgan.
On the screen, Rory Shaw’s milky, delicately carved little face was animated as she excitedly reported to Zoe about her upcoming participation in an international design competition.
Zoe smiled faintly and said softly, "Be a good girl. Wait until Mommy brings your brother back, and then we’ll go watch your competition together."
Rory knew what Jonathan Shaw had gone to do, so she tactfully declined, "Mommy, it’s okay. It’s just an ordinary competition. Just focus on your work with peace of mind."
Zachary listened to the mother and daughter’s conversation and felt uneasy. "Zoe, I still have to remind you that your situation over there is not safe."
Zoe knew he was worried about her and spoke to comfort him, "It’s fine. Right now, Cyrus hasn’t discovered my identity, nor has he realized that the child is actually his and mine.
"So, I will take the child away and make a clean getaway before any of that happens!"
Zachary felt a bit uncomfortable and added, "What about the Shaw family? Your uncle, Charles Shaw, has been occupying the assets that rightfully belong to you for five years now. I know you originally planned to return to the country to take these things back, but right now you don’t have a plan. The Shaw family has been constantly looking for your whereabouts. I’m afraid that before you even get your child back, they will make a move against you!"
A brilliant light flashed in Zoe’s beautiful eyes, and a cold sneer curled the corners of her lips. She said smoothly, "Don’t worry. I’ve been keeping a close eye on the Shaw family’s movements all these years. Even without a plan, I can still deal a fatal blow!" Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
Five years ago, after Zoe and Cyrus broke up, she fled abroad in a wretched state. The very next day, she heard the news of her parents’ death and that the Shaw family’s assets had been transferred under her uncle Charles Shaw’s name.
Heartbroken and devastated, she hadn’t yet realized she was pregnant. She fell into a coma from shock and slept for three days. When she woke up, Zachary forced her to rest and recuperate. Her parents’ deaths were already a foregone conclusion, and if she went back then, she would be sending herself to her death!
After weighing her options, Zoe, harboring a monstrous hatred, gave up the finance she had always loved and went to study the medicine that the Shaw family had inherited for generations.
Fortunately, she had an extremely strong talent for medicine. In just five short years, she had already risen to the level of an international medical academician!
And the medical research laboratory belonging to her was also growing day by day. Although it couldn’t stand shoulder to shoulder with a legacy medical enterprise like the Shaw Group, it was enough to breach their defenses technologically!
But now was not the time.
Zoe hung up the phone, turned around, and walked toward Cyrus’s room.
Due to his busy company affairs, Cyrus had left early in the morning.
Jonathan slept until the sun was high in the sky. He was still having a sweet dream, drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, completely devoid of any proper sleeping posture.
"Little lazy pig, wake up!"
In his dazed state, Jonathan heard an achingly sweet voice.
Claire Lockwood suppressed the disgust in her heart and gently shook Jonathan’s arm. Still launching her gentle offensive, she called out softly a few more times. At the same time, an old witch appeared in his dream, terrifying him so much that he instantly snapped back to reality.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a heavily made-up Claire.
Jonathan widened his eyes, realizing that he wasn’t dreaming. That old witch from his dream actually existed in reality, and she even had Claire’s face!
In an instant, Jonathan scrambled backward a few steps and yelled out in terror, "Help! There’s a ghost!"
Claire’s body stiffened, her nose almost twisting in anger. But she hadn’t forgotten her purpose for coming here!
Taking several deep breaths to force herself to calm down, Claire swallowed her burning anger deep down into her stomach. She told herself to stay calm and continued to pretend to be gentle. Forcing a smile, Claire reached out, wanting to pat Jonathan’s head.
"Little boy, don’t you remember me? I’m the auntie from last night! Little boy, do you miss your mommy? Do you want Auntie to help you find her?" Claire pinched her voice to sound sweet, trying hard to create an amiable expression as she looked at Jonathan with a smile. This story is hosted at novelping(.)com.
Jonathan’s eyes flickered, feeling contemptuous of such a clumsy attempt to fish for information. How could a dignified child genius like him not know Claire’s intentions?
What a joke!
A mischievous glint flashed across Jonathan’s round eyes. He deliberately teased Claire, "My mommy? It seems like Daddy hid her away. I heard they’ll announce it publicly once they get married."
Hearing this, Claire’s face turned ashen, her gaze looking as if she wanted to eat Jonathan alive.
"What?! Where is that woman?"
Showing no fear, Jonathan met Claire’s venomous glare and pretended to be deep in thought. "Hmm, the address is in the drawer. Find it yourself! I’m going to go eat!"
With that said, he swaggered as he jumped off the bed. From the corner of his eye, he lightly watched Claire, who couldn’t wait to rush to the drawer. As soon as she opened it, she let out a piercing shriek.
"AHHH!"
He had succeeded!
Jonathan burst into a giggle. When he returned, he knew there would be some women hovering around his scumbag of a dad, so he had specially brought some "little gadgets" with him. They had actually come in handy.
Claire had been scared out of her wits by the fake bugs in the drawer, barely managing to stand firm by leaning against the wall. After recovering her senses, she pointed in the direction Jonathan had left and shouted through gritted teeth, "You! You little brat, just you wait!"
Before he even reached the dining room, Jonathan heard a familiar voice.
"Jonathan Shaw!"
Zoe’s eyes were brimming with light, a smile spreading across her makeup-free face. Standing at the corner, she gently opened her arms toward Jonathan.
An ominous thought popped into Jonathan’s head. Whenever his mommy was this gentle, it meant absolutely nothing good!
He abruptly turned around and tried to run, but Zoe mercilessly hoisted him up by the collar. Meeting her gaze, Jonathan surrendered and finally let out a genuine cry, "Mom... Mommy! I... I was wrong!"
"Come back with me now, and let bygones be bygones." Zoe lowered her eyes, her tone lazy yet brimming with a menacing threat!