Chapter 501
Chapter 501
Maia tugged Richard by the hand, her gaze keen as she did.
Richard had a bad feeling about Maia’s impending result and was proven right when Maia spoke her
next words.
“I’ll keep the child, but you have to help me by pretending that the child is Cedrick’s! The timing is just
right, too.”
Dumbfounded, Richard blustered, “You’re still thinking about Cedrick?!”
“Listen, you’re not the legitimate young master of the Kingsley family. Cedrick, on the other hand, is a
legitimate young master of his family. As long as our child is acknowledged as the son of the eldest
young master of the Masons, we’ll be able to inherit their assets. On top of that, when the rks,
Kingsleys, and Masons unite their power, imagine where we’ll be!”
Richard fell into deep contemtion.
Even though he was reluctant that his child would be calling someone else their father, he was tempted
by the possibilities.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Pack your things and get the next flight to Franche. You’ll be getting rid of an obstacle of mine on my
behalf.”
“You came right in time, my dear.’ Maia rubbed her abdomen as her face shone with what looked to be
motherly love.
Franche.
The weekend went by in the blink of an eye.
Ivan had submitted the architectural model to party A’s person in charge, which was Madam Smith, the
wealthydy
He then received a call from William, who had asked him to stop by the conference room.
Ivan ttened out his shirt pleasingly. He was satisfied with how the model had turned out and was
confident that the wealthydy would be happy with it.
He was so pleased with himself that he fantasized about the shower of praises he would get.
However, the moment he pushed open the door of the conference room, he was greeted with a tense
atmosphere instead.
“Mister William, Madam Smith, you called?” greeted Ivan cautiously.
Madam Smith tossed a folder of the building’s architectural design on the table and asked with a smile
on her face, “Ivan, is this your work?”
Ivan had always had a good rtionship with Madam Smith. There was a time when Madam Smith
was hiking and got herself into a dangerous situation, and it was Ivan who saved her.
Ivan nodded. “Yes, that’s my work.”
“It was all done by you, and you only?”
Ivan was puzzled by all these questions, but he nodded nheless.
As soon as he nodded, he noticed that William, who was next to Madam Smith, tensed up immediately.
What was happening?
“I’ve always felt that your works speak to me and that your talent is a rare gem. On top of that, I chose
to believe you, even after the bad news about you was exposed. Sure enough, you didn’t disappoint
me and managed toe up with such an excellent design in such a short time…”
Madam Smith’s tone lost its friendliness as she audibly became frigid. Even though she was praising
him, there were no traces of warmth in those words.
Ivan looked at William, confused.
“Mister William, Madam Smith, I spent a lot of time and effort on this draft, and every single detail was
thought thoroughly. If something here dissatisfied you, please feel free to point them…”
“Dissatisfied? Why would that be? You were able to use my dead husband’s draft from many years
ago! How would that be dissatisfying?!”
Madam Smith smacked the table and stood up immediately.
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Her husband was a famous architecture professor who died in an avnche ident. Madam Smith
had preserved and saved all of his drafts, models, and everything that he had written about architects,
keeping them close.
She did not expect that Ivan would get his hands on the drafts and make them his own. Frankly
speaking, it was a scummy move!
“W… What?” Ivan felt his knees go weak as his face froze.
Madam Smith then carefully opened up a folder and retrieved a stack of papers. The content of those
papers,pared to Ivan’s, was simr up to 80 percent!
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