In contrast to his younger brother’s excitement, Chase remained much calmer. He didn’t look like someone reading their paternity test results—more like he was reviewing someone else’s. Still, there was a seriousness in his eyes as he focused on the screen. The report was short, only two pages. The first detailed the genetic analysis, while the last half-page contained the results. Probability calculation: 99.9999%. The test supports that [XXX] is Alec Walker’s biological father.“Yeah! Uncle Justin is my real dad!” Alex cheered, jumping up and down in excitement. He didn’t stop to question why Mommy had kept it a secret or why Uncle Justin had never recognized him. None of that mattered to him right now—he was too busy basking in the joy of knowing that Uncle Justin was his father. Chase, however, stared at the results, his expression stiffening slightly. “Chase, what should we call Uncle Justin from now on? Should we say ‘Daddy,’ or keep calling him Uncle Justin?”
When Justin received Alex’s call, he glanced at his watch, estimating their arrival time. Without hesitation, he made his way downstairs to personally wait for them at the front entrance. But instead of Chase and Alex, he was met with someone he least wanted to see—Emma. “Justin, did you know I was coming? Is that why you’re waiting for me here?” Her voice rang out before she even got close, full of excitement. Wearing high heels, she picked up her pace, practically jogging toward him. She had completely erased from memory how, not long ago, Justin had gripped her throat and interrogated her. She had also conveniently forgotten how she had lost her right hand. Or rather, she was deliberately suppressing her emotions. No matter the time or place, she was always careful to maintain the image she had crafted for herself. As she neared him, Justin’s expression darkened with disgust. His brows furrowed slightly, and he instinctively stepped aside, ensuring they wouldn’t ma
Justin waited outside for a little while longer before Chase and Alex finally arrived. “Uncle Justin, why are you waiting at the front entrance? Were you just as excited to see me as I was to see you?” Alex beamed, his excitement bubbling over. This time, meeting Justin felt completely different. This wasn’t just some uncle—this was his father by blood. “Hi, Chase and Alex,” Justin greeted, his tone much calmer. He had already known about their relationship, so his emotions weren’t as turbulent as Alex’s. “Hello, Uncle Justin,” Chase greeted coolly. “Mm.” Alex wasted no time launching himself into Justin’s arms. Justin caught him effortlessly, bouncing him slightly. He felt heavier than before. Glancing down at Chase, then at his own arms, Justin realized the problem. He could only carry one of them. Before he could figure out what to do, Chase had already taken the initiative and walked into the building alone. “Uncle Justin, don’t take it personally.
Emma’s fingerprints and access permissions hadn’t been revoked. Inside the office, she methodically packed her belongings into cardboard boxes. She didn’t even glance at the useless files and materials. She just left them behind without a second thought. One box contained her personal items, while the other held office supplies that were still new and usable, including USB drives and other accessories. Once she was nearly finished, she was about to step out for a moment when someone knocked and entered. “Miss Xander.” The voice belonged to a former subordinate who used to flatter her. “It’s really you? I just got back from a work trip and heard that you came in today… and that you brought your twin sons to see the CEO.” The woman’s tone turned playful. “Or should I be calling you Mrs. Yates now?” Twin sons? Emily gave birth to twins for Justin? And they even came to the company? Emma clenched her fists tightly, rage boiling inside her. But on the surface,
“You already know I’m focusing on family now. I just came by to pack up some personal items,” Emma explained smoothly. “These are some unused office supplies. I figured you might need them, so I thought I’d bring them over.” “Thank you.” The company provided office supplies, of course. But the fact that she had thought of him and even gone out of her way to see him, filled Tom with unexpected joy.“Are we really going to have this whole conversation at the door?” she teased. “Oh right! I’m sorry, that was rude of me. Please, come in.” Tom quickly stepped aside to let her in, reaching out to take the box from her hands. As he lowered his gaze, his eyes naturally landed on her hands. “Why are you wearing gloves in this heat?” Emma paused for half a second before smoothly replying, “They’re the latest fashion. Limited edition. I bought them overseas and had them shipped here.” Tom glanced at the logo on the gloves. Even though he wasn’t into luxury brands, he reco
“It’s already afternoon, and you haven’t eaten yet. If word gets out, people might start saying RC Corporation mistreats its employees.” Emma glanced at the time. “The cafeteria should still have food. Go grab something to eat.” “I’m fine. Skipping one meal won’t hurt. Besides, everyone else is on break. Someone has to stay in the office and keep watch.” “I’ll keep watch for you. Just go eat—don’t make me worry,” Emma coaxed. Then, with a teasing lilt in her voice, she added, “You don’t want to be too tired to… perform, do you?” Her words carried a double meaning.“You know what I mean, don’t you?”“I do!” Tom blurted out. He understood perfectly. She was telling him to conserve his energy—for her. “Good. Now go. And make sure you eat well—you’ll need your strength.”“I can’t. I have to stay here. The confidential files are in this office. I can’t leave them unattended.” “What’s there to worry about when I’m here watching them?” Emma suddenly became more assertiv
Night fell, but the lights in the CEO’s office at RC Corporation remained bright. Justin was finalizing the international project negotiations with Sam over a video call. “Everything looks good so far, but the last proposal needs another round of calculations. How long will it take to get the accurate results?”“Mr. Yates, I’ll have the data ready for you in an hour.”“Alright.”Justin removed his blue-light glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. All that was left was to wait for Sam’s final set of data before he could complete the final calculations. Just then, a sharp notification tone rang from his phone, breaking the silence. Was it Haley? Chase and Alex had already called him after getting home. That only left one possibility—Haley had messaged him. Maybe she was telling him not to stay up too late, to get some rest. Smiling, he picked up his phone and unlocked it. The moment he saw the screen, his anticipation vanished, replaced by disappointment. It wasn’t
Justin’s gaze dropped to the man’s outstretched hand. He didn’t move to shake it. Instead, his expression remained cold and distant as he said flatly, “Move.” The man’s lackey immediately bristled. “Our boss is giving you respect by offering a handshake, and you’re acting all high and mighty? Who the hell do you think you are?” He lunged forward, ready to throw a punch and teach Justin a lesson. But before he could get close, William stepped in, blocking his path with a single step. If the other side dared to make a move, he wouldn’t hesitate to strike back. Behind Justin, the project leader clutched the documents tightly and instinctively shrank behind him. They had only come with three people—Justin, William, and himself—while the opposing team had over a dozen men. If a fight broke out, they would be at a clear disadvantage. Even if security intervened in time, RC Corporation would still end up as the humiliated party in front of all these competitors. The
Justin had his suspicions, but without solid proof, he couldn’t make any direct accusations. “The resort…” The project team leader was initially relieved, but then it hit him—wasn’t this just a polite way of saying they were being confined and monitored? Justin shot him a cold glance. “Unless… you’re the one who leaked the proposal?” The leader’s face turned pale. He shook his head frantically, eager to prove his loyalty. “I swear, Mr. Yates, it wasn’t me! You have my word. I’ll keep an eye on everyone at the resort and make sure no one leaves. You’ll have my full cooperation in your investigation.” “Remember, act like nothing happened today. Keep your mouth shut. No leaks.” “Understood, Mr. Yates. You can count on me.” Justin still trusted him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought him to the competition today. Regardless of whether the proposal had been leaked or not, the real plan he presented had been the one he and Sam had worked on from the start. As for the pr
If RC Corporation repeated New Alliance Corporation’s stolen proposal, they would be labeled as copycats in an instant. By tomorrow, news of their "plagiarism" would spread across the entire industry, making them a laughingstock among top corporations. The thought alone thrilled New Alliance’s CEO. “Mr. Yates, I… I—” The project team leader stammered, panic-stricken. “William,” Justin said calmly, “give me the briefcase.” “Ah—yes!” Under countless watchful eyes, Justin walked onto the stage. He inserted the USB drive into the console, then pulled out a file from the briefcase and opened it. Lifting his gaze, he met the New Alliance CEO’s smug, taunting stare. Justin’s eyes darkened. “I see… so it’s him,” he muttered. He mentally filed away the man’s face and the company’s name. Suddenly, Haley’s words echoed in his mind. She had warned him about a shell company that had popped up just six months ago. A brief flicker of realization crossed his f
The New Alliance CEO smirked to himself, already picturing the moment he would completely humiliate Justin in front of everyone. Just the thought of it sent a thrill through him. He couldn’t control his excitement, and before he knew it, he let out a triumphant chuckle. Right as he passed Justin in the aisle on his way to the stage, he caught his cold, piercing gaze. Justin lifted his eyes ever so slightly, throwing him a look of icy disdain. The presentation began. The New Alliance CEO spoke with passion, practically spitting as he delivered his speech, waving his hands dramatically. His proposal was polished, modern, and innovative—perfectly aligned with the latest industry trends. The officials seated in the front row nodded occasionally, their expressions showing clear approval. No one had expected such a new company to be this strong. In just six months, New Alliance had risen to the top—its rapid success nothing short of remarkable. Yet, some officials exc
Justin’s gaze dropped to the man’s outstretched hand. He didn’t move to shake it. Instead, his expression remained cold and distant as he said flatly, “Move.” The man’s lackey immediately bristled. “Our boss is giving you respect by offering a handshake, and you’re acting all high and mighty? Who the hell do you think you are?” He lunged forward, ready to throw a punch and teach Justin a lesson. But before he could get close, William stepped in, blocking his path with a single step. If the other side dared to make a move, he wouldn’t hesitate to strike back. Behind Justin, the project leader clutched the documents tightly and instinctively shrank behind him. They had only come with three people—Justin, William, and himself—while the opposing team had over a dozen men. If a fight broke out, they would be at a clear disadvantage. Even if security intervened in time, RC Corporation would still end up as the humiliated party in front of all these competitors. The
Night fell, but the lights in the CEO’s office at RC Corporation remained bright. Justin was finalizing the international project negotiations with Sam over a video call. “Everything looks good so far, but the last proposal needs another round of calculations. How long will it take to get the accurate results?”“Mr. Yates, I’ll have the data ready for you in an hour.”“Alright.”Justin removed his blue-light glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. All that was left was to wait for Sam’s final set of data before he could complete the final calculations. Just then, a sharp notification tone rang from his phone, breaking the silence. Was it Haley? Chase and Alex had already called him after getting home. That only left one possibility—Haley had messaged him. Maybe she was telling him not to stay up too late, to get some rest. Smiling, he picked up his phone and unlocked it. The moment he saw the screen, his anticipation vanished, replaced by disappointment. It wasn’t
“It’s already afternoon, and you haven’t eaten yet. If word gets out, people might start saying RC Corporation mistreats its employees.” Emma glanced at the time. “The cafeteria should still have food. Go grab something to eat.” “I’m fine. Skipping one meal won’t hurt. Besides, everyone else is on break. Someone has to stay in the office and keep watch.” “I’ll keep watch for you. Just go eat—don’t make me worry,” Emma coaxed. Then, with a teasing lilt in her voice, she added, “You don’t want to be too tired to… perform, do you?” Her words carried a double meaning.“You know what I mean, don’t you?”“I do!” Tom blurted out. He understood perfectly. She was telling him to conserve his energy—for her. “Good. Now go. And make sure you eat well—you’ll need your strength.”“I can’t. I have to stay here. The confidential files are in this office. I can’t leave them unattended.” “What’s there to worry about when I’m here watching them?” Emma suddenly became more assertiv
“You already know I’m focusing on family now. I just came by to pack up some personal items,” Emma explained smoothly. “These are some unused office supplies. I figured you might need them, so I thought I’d bring them over.” “Thank you.” The company provided office supplies, of course. But the fact that she had thought of him and even gone out of her way to see him, filled Tom with unexpected joy.“Are we really going to have this whole conversation at the door?” she teased. “Oh right! I’m sorry, that was rude of me. Please, come in.” Tom quickly stepped aside to let her in, reaching out to take the box from her hands. As he lowered his gaze, his eyes naturally landed on her hands. “Why are you wearing gloves in this heat?” Emma paused for half a second before smoothly replying, “They’re the latest fashion. Limited edition. I bought them overseas and had them shipped here.” Tom glanced at the logo on the gloves. Even though he wasn’t into luxury brands, he reco
Emma’s fingerprints and access permissions hadn’t been revoked. Inside the office, she methodically packed her belongings into cardboard boxes. She didn’t even glance at the useless files and materials. She just left them behind without a second thought. One box contained her personal items, while the other held office supplies that were still new and usable, including USB drives and other accessories. Once she was nearly finished, she was about to step out for a moment when someone knocked and entered. “Miss Xander.” The voice belonged to a former subordinate who used to flatter her. “It’s really you? I just got back from a work trip and heard that you came in today… and that you brought your twin sons to see the CEO.” The woman’s tone turned playful. “Or should I be calling you Mrs. Yates now?” Twin sons? Emily gave birth to twins for Justin? And they even came to the company? Emma clenched her fists tightly, rage boiling inside her. But on the surface,
Justin waited outside for a little while longer before Chase and Alex finally arrived. “Uncle Justin, why are you waiting at the front entrance? Were you just as excited to see me as I was to see you?” Alex beamed, his excitement bubbling over. This time, meeting Justin felt completely different. This wasn’t just some uncle—this was his father by blood. “Hi, Chase and Alex,” Justin greeted, his tone much calmer. He had already known about their relationship, so his emotions weren’t as turbulent as Alex’s. “Hello, Uncle Justin,” Chase greeted coolly. “Mm.” Alex wasted no time launching himself into Justin’s arms. Justin caught him effortlessly, bouncing him slightly. He felt heavier than before. Glancing down at Chase, then at his own arms, Justin realized the problem. He could only carry one of them. Before he could figure out what to do, Chase had already taken the initiative and walked into the building alone. “Uncle Justin, don’t take it personally.