Chapter 109 He’s in a Good Mood
“Yes, I know.”
“I’m quite fond of Jessica as she’s smart, thoughtful and considerate toward you. You should flatter her a little more. Trust me, girls love it when you do that.”
“I understand, Aunt Lara.”
“Is your dad asleep? Pass the phone to him.”
“Okay.” Ben quickly handed the phone over to Evan, as if he was trying to drop a hot potato that burnt his fingers into someone else’s hands.
Aunt Lara had always been a greedy and ambitious woman—the Roberts were only able to achieve their current status because of her efforts. Although his father was the one who temporarily managed the Roberts Company, the largest shareholder was still Aunt Lara—she was a good leader to her workers while being both kind and strict to the entire family. However, she was never satisfied by what she had—even after Edward had obediently bowed to her. She always looked for more, especially a higher status in society. If she ever learned of how Ben had ruined her plan, he couldn’t imagine how much she’d lecture him. More importantly, he had no idea on how he would be able to continue living his rich and luxurious life.
…
Edward had stepped out of the bathroom with a sour expression just as Lara ended her phone call. “What is it?” she asked, walking toward the man and reaching out to cling onto his neck. Her body was soft and flexible as it curled up against his body like a snake.
He leaned over and kissed her on the lips before he said, “I just received a call from Maria, who told me that Eugene brought the little brat over again today.”
“Olivia’s son?”
“Yeah, I wonder what the old man is thinking, becoming so close to an outsider. Doesn’t he have many great-grandsons? He’s never been close to any one of them.”
Lara narrowed her eyes as she answered, “Do you think that the old man knows something? Otherwise, why would he have researched the little brat’s origins? Could that kid have some sort of relationship with Eugene? Could it be his son?”
Edward asked, “How could that be possible? Eugene did not have any woman around him for years, so how could he have a son?”
She lowered her head and remained silent for a while before suddenly raising her head and saying, “I heard that Olivia has returned from Mastar and Eugene used to head there on business trips all the time a few years ago! If they had known each other from then, it would be possible for them to have had a child together.”
After moments of pondering in silence, Edward asked, “If that’s Eugene’s child, wouldn’t he already know about it?”
“Perhaps he’s only putting on a show for us. It isn’t entirely impossible for him not to be aware of it either. Regardless, we have to investigate this—we can’t keep the kid around if he’s truly Eugene’s son!” A hint of cruelty flickered across Lara’s gaze.
He seemed to have gotten used to seeing Lara in that way as he simply leaned forward in a teasing manner. Then, he planted kisses from her eyebrows before moving down her face as he said, “Alright, stop worrying about this. It’s not as if you don’t have money for your daily needs. Why do you need so much money?”
Lara started to pant a little as her voice came in between breaths. “I told you… I want to reclaim what’s yours… Don’t stop me from doing it.”
“I don’t care about anything else—as long as I have you with me.”
At the Nolan Group the next day, Eugene was in an especially elated mood. Even when his secretary made a mistake with the quotation, he simply reminded her to be more careful the next time before forgiving her for the errors.
All of the workers had discussed it amongst themselves. “What’s up with our president?”
“I don’t know, but he’s in an exceptionally good mood and even smiled at me earlier.”
“It’s so rare to see an iceberg melting.”
Curtis was the first to realize this as he leaned over with joy and asked, “Do you have some good news to share, President Nolan?”
“No.” Eugene tried his best to remain calm and cool, but he couldn’t stop his lips from curling upward—even slightly.
Curtis pouted his lips in disbelief. President Nolan was clearly happy, but he no longer seemed to favor Curtis since he refused to share the good news with him.
Right then, three soft knocks came from the door of the president’s office.
