Chapter 2025 Busy Making A Son
Davin was inexorably surprised. Good Lord! Why is it a woman again? Are all the elites in the black technology industry all women? Don’t tell me it’s all women in the research lab?
Ignoring the woman who opened the door, Sheila walked right into the room and Davin quickly hurried after her. Three women were seated inside, seemingly drawing up a chart of some sort.
Davin inwardly exclaimed, Whoa! Sure enough, it’s all women! Conversely, Sheila had no interest in all that. Her only concern was her father’s whereabouts. Just then, the woman whom she shoved earlier walked over. “They’re looking for Mr. Muir.”
“Mr. Muir isn’t here.” One of the women glanced at the branded watch on her wrist before adding airily, “Considering the time now, he’s probably busy making a son.”
Davin and Sheila were both dumbfounded. They exchanged a look, and Sheila roared at her, “What utter nonsense!”
In response, the woman snickered disdainfully. “It’s not nonsense. An hour ago, he left after receiving a call from a woman. I heard loud and clear that she wanted to give him a son.”
Davin was stunned, words eluding him.
I-Is this for real, or am I dreaming? My father-in-law is already up in years, so why would he still want to have a son? Oh God, I was just running my mouth when I claimed he had a bunch of women out there. Don’t tell me I accidentally hit the nail on the head, and there’s really such a thing?
“What kind of woman was it?” Sheila demanded.
The woman thought for a while before admitting, “I’m not sure about that, but I know where he went.”
“Where did he go?”
“Jazz Winery.”
Sheila went silent and froze for three seconds.
Then, she promptly spun on her heels and strode out.
Davin stared at the women in the room before sweeping a glance over the various devices and research equipment in front of them. “What kind of experiment are you all carrying out?” he inquired.
The woman pondered for a moment before replying warily, “That’s private and confidential.”
Well, she’s refusing to tell me, huh?
He studied the laboratory with his hawk-like eyes and found no traces of any drugs. For that reason, he was convinced that Patrick was lying about researching anticancer drugs.
Instead, the news Evan received was true.
“Hurry up, Davin!” Sheila urged.
Davin whirled around and went after her. He wanted to stop her from leaving and take a few experimental items back. However, her only concern then was what her father was doing at that moment.
“Wait up, Sheila! Let’s bring some things home.”
“What do you want to bring? No matter what, it pales in comparison to finding my father posthaste and bringing him back home!”
“No, listen to me, Sheila. I think this research lab seems strange. Your father said he’s researching anticancer drugs, but look, there aren’t any medicinal herbs in here. That’s simply too odd, no?”
“If you find it odd, ask my father when we find him.” Sheila increased her pace as she continued heading out.
At that very moment, their respective concerns were worlds apart.
Realizing that Sheila would be deaf to anything he said right then, Davin reached out and snagged two USB drive-like items at that critical juncture.
After exiting the laboratory, he swiftly stuffed them into his pocket.
“Floor the gas pedal, Davin. We must rush over to Jazz Winery as soon as possible!”
“I don’t think your father wants to have a son. He’s probably… well, he’s probably socializing.”
“We’ll only know when we see it with our own eyes. Step on it!”
The car sped toward Jazz Winery.
On their way there, Sheila realized she had no idea which room her father was in despite knowing that he went to the winery. Hmm, how am I to find him expeditiously when we arrive later?
After turning it over in her mind, she started making calls to seek help from her friends.
She implored a friend to utilize some connections to obtain Jazz Winery’s security footage and ascertain which room her father entered.
Ten minutes later, she received a reply.
As she stared at the room number she received in her WhatsApp, unease swamped her.
Dad really went to Jazz Winery. So, that woman was actually speaking the truth?
