Chapter 3 The Man from Six Years Ago

It turned out to be a misunderstanding.

Wilmett was so embarrassed.

What a fool she made herself.

It was all the stinking mouse's fault!

The man looked rich. His suit must be worth millions.

And he had bodyguards.

Was he a mobster boss?

In order not to get into trouble, Wilmett quickly bowed to him.

She didn't dare to straighten her back too soon.

"I'm sorry, sir! I misunderstood you."

She lowered her head and felt regretful.

Then, she heard the man's husky voice.

"Apology accepted. I will let this go."

Wilmett heaved a sigh of relief.

She straightened up and looked into his deep black eyes.

He was dazzling.

His face was too perfect!

How unfair!

Due to the dim light, she couldn't see him clearly.

But she still noticed his chiseled face and sharp jaw, and his thin lips were slightly pursed.

Although he had said he didn't mind, Wilmett felt he might not be good at forgiving.

He smiled leisurely, but his eyes were alert, like a crouching wolf in the shadows.

The exquisite cuffs of his suit and the wolf patterns on them implied he was noble.

"Sir, if there is nothing else, I'll...."

As Wilmett spoke, she glanced at the door and fled with Conrad.

In the bathroom, the minders were dumbfounded, especially Loren's personal bodyguard Irvin.

"Sir, that woman seems to be...."

The woman called Wilmett who had slept with the boss six years ago!

Wasn't she supposed to die the next day then?

Damn it, had they just seen a ghost in broad daylight?

Loren's cold eyes were bone-piercing, and his pupils were slowly contracting.

The woman even had a child now?

She didn't seem to recognize him.

He had been suffering from severe insomnia for around a dozen years. But he had had a good sleep with her six years ago.

She might be the cure for his insomnia, so he was determined to have her.

Rhoda was rushed to the hospital because she was bitten by the poisonous snake in the studio.

Her lips were swollen from the bite, and it wouldn't go away soon.

"Mom, that bitch Wilmett came back. I saw her!"

Shock flashed across Celia's unfriendly face.

"How is that possible? Wasn't she thrown into the sea as fish food?"

The thought of Wilmett being alive angered Rhoda.

"Lucky for her, she got saved."

"Although she said she had forgotten about what happened, I am still worried."

"Mom, we must finish her off!"

"Otherwise, she might tell people we killed her mother and brother."

Of course, Celia also knew how serious this was.

Her anxious look was indication.

"That's right. She is a walking hazard. She must die! But we need to make a plan to ensure our safety."

The mother and daughter had the same vicious look in their eyes, plotting to get rid of Wilmett without a hitch.

Before returning to her homeland, Wilmett bought a villa in the fancy neighborhoods in the capital.

Because she had an appointment tonight, she called Bert over and asked him to take care of the two children.

"Wilmett, don't worry. I will look after them."

Bert had been hanging out with his buddies in a bar. Now he must be a "babysitter". He smiled but felt awful.

If he could have beaten Wilmett, he wouldn't have listened to her on everything.

Wilmett patted him on the shoulder in satisfaction.

"Then I'm going out. Call me if you need anything."

"Okay!"

After she left, Bert heaved a sigh of relief.

Two small heads popped out from behind the door, startling him.

"Good evening, Bert."

He seemed to be scared of Mommy. How timid of him!

When the kids returned to their room, Conrad told Colleen about what happened during the day.

"I bumped into Daddy today."

"Daddy? Are you crazy? I don't even know who Daddy is. Where did you see him?"

Obviously, Colleen did not believe him.

Conrad insisted and took out his computer, surfing the Internet quickly.

"It's him. He looks exactly like me. I'm sure he's our daddy."

The man on the search page had a charming face.

Moreover, he was noble and extraordinary.

Conrad introduced him.

"His name is Loren. He is in charge of the Sherwins."

Colleen stared at the man's picture for a long time and then looked at her younger brother Conrad.

"Surprisingly, I also suspect this fellow is our daddy. However, we need proof to be sure."

"That is simple. I've already got his hair."

"What? How did you get it?"

Conrad told Colleen about his adventure in the bathroom.

"I ran into him in the lavatory and pinched his hair."

"If Mommy hadn't rushed in, I would have gotten a few more."

Colleen was proud to have such a clever brother.

She patted him on the shoulder and praised him generously.

"Good job! You are almost catching up with me."

Conrad muttered.

"Are you praising me, or yourself in a subtle way?"

Conrad thought his little "rape of the lock" was clandestine in nature.

In fact, the original owner of the lock already knew about this recent theft.

In an advanced VIP clubhouse.

Loren stood in the corridor and surveyed himself through the reflective wall for a while.

"Irvin."

"Sir, what's the matter?"

"Do you notice anything different about me?"

"I don't, sir."

Loren's cold eyes dulled slightly.

"Idiot, can't you see I'm missing a hair?"

Irvin was astonished.

A hair?

No matter how sharp his eyes were, he couldn't tell there was a hair missing.

His boss was simply giving him a hard time.

"Sir, you are still exceptionally handsome without it." His flattery skills were life-saving.

Loren still couldn't get over the fact that a boy stole a hair from him today.

"He is probably going to use it for a paternity test."

"Send someone to keep an eye on him. Keep me updated."

The boy was too crafty for his age.

That could qualify him as Loren's son.

"Also, I want to see that woman tonight."

"Yes, sir."

An hour later.

When the drug was out of her system, Wilmett woke up in a daze.

The room was pitch black, and her beautiful eyes were filled with confusion.

She had an appointment with her bestie Chenoa tonight at Scarlet Bar. But then she was here and didn't even get to see Chenoa.

Speaking of which, where was this place?