Chapter 265


    Chapter 265


    Not far off, on the verdant golf course, a man in a crisp white polo was taking his swings. His tall and


    lean silhouette made a striking figure as he held the golf club, with a caddy by his side. His pristine


    white golf shoes stood out against the green.


    That familiar height and figure made Kieran, who usually maintained hisposure, furrow his brow,


    After sinking the putt, the man, Zenith, handed his club to the caddy. His gaze unintentionally swept


    across the few people standing in the distance. He frowned slightly and turned to Jesse, his assistant,


    “Seems like you don’t understand the meaning of a private booking.”


    Jesse followed Zenith’s gaze to Kieran and Julie. He made a quick, apologetic bow to Zenith before


    briskly walking toward them.


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    Zenith’s caddy handed him another club as Jesse moved toward Kieran and Julie. However, before


    Jesse could reach them, Kieran strode past him, heading straight for Zenith.


    Jesse twisted around to chase after Kieran, and Julie quickened her pace to follow them.


    The man on the green, it was Lucian Hernandez. The likeness to Kieran was uncanny, from the shape


    of his eyes to his height. It was Lucian, exactly as Julie remembered him.


    Zenith was going to take another swing, but Kieran stopped him.


    Zenith lowered his club and looked at Kieran, then at Jesse who was apologizing once again, “I’m


    sorry, Mr. Moore…”


    The aura this man radiated was just too overwhelming. Jesse had to admit, he waspletely


    overpowered.


    Zenith waved off Jesse, handing him the club and coldly said, “Leave.”


    Jesse quickly scurried away, taking the club and caddy with him.


    As she took a closer look, Julie became even more convinced that this man was Lucian. But how was


    he standing? Thest photo Julien had shown her, Lucian was wheelchair-bound.


    In disbelief, Julie’s pupils dted, “Lucian?”


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    Tears swelled in her eyes.


    Kieran and Zenith stood face to face on the green, neither of them uttering a word. They were gazing at


    each other, the air filled with intensity.


    After Julie tentatively called out, Zenith finally broke into a smile. He looked at Julie nonchntly and


    said, “Are you referring to me, miss?”


    “Is that the opening line you’ve thought of for nearly ten years?” Kieran’s brow furrowed, his gaze icy.


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    Zenith turned his gaze back to Kieran. After a few seconds, he turned to Cyrus, “Seems like Mr. Nelson


    doesn’t understand the concept of a private booking either.”


    “Mr. Moore, this…”


    Kieran reached out, grabbing Zenith’s arm.


    Zenith looked down at his captured arm and said coldly, “Did Mr. Hernandez mistake me for someone


    else?”


    Hearing this cold, unfamiliar tone, Julie couldn’t bring herself to believe that this man wasn’t Lucian.


    She shook her head, clutching Kieran’s hand, feeling lost.


    Kieran tightened his grip on Zenith’s arm. Zenith winced slightly from the pain.


    From his earlier words, it was clear he knew Kieran. Julie looked at Zenith with aplex expression,


    “Kieran has been looking for you for nearly ten years…”


    “Lucian?” Zenith tasted the name as it rolled off his tongue.


    He pulled his arm out of Kieran’s grip, flexed his wrist, and said, “I’ve seen your brother’s photo. I can’t


    deny, we do bear some resemnce. But Mr. Hernandez, mistaking me for your brother, that’s


    something you need to rectify.”


    Zenith patted Kieran’s shoulder, then nced at Cyrus, “I expect Mr. Nelson to provide me with a


    satisfactory exnation.”


    Kieran’s gaze was venomous. Julie held his hand nervously. She couldn’t imagine the turmoil Kieran


    was feeling, but she knew it had to be intense.


    But after his momentarypse, he quickly regained hisposure. Blocking Zenith’s path, Kieran said,


    “You are Mr. Moore, right?”


    “Mr. Hernandez no longer considers me as the elder brother?” Zenith asked, standing his ground as


    Kieran had blocked his way.


    Kieran cut to the chase, “I’m here to discuss a deal with you, Mr. Moore. Are you interested?”


    “Sorry, I have a lunch appointment today.” Zenith pretended to nce at his watch, “It’s about time.”


    He pulled out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Kieran, “If Mr. Hernandez has


    something important to discuss, perhaps you could schedule a meeting with my secretary.”


    Kieran took the card and Zenith strode off the golf course.


    Kieran held the business card tightly, his knuckles turning white. Julie took the card from him and held


    his arm.


    The card read ‘President of Zenith Group, Zenith Moore’, along with Zenith’s contact details and his


    secretary Jesse’s contact details.


    Julie held the card, frowning. She looked at Kieran, “Is it him? Is it your brother?”


    It had to be! How else could there be someone who looked so simr?


    Kieran’s gaze, which had been fixed in the distance, finally returned. He turned and pulled Julie into his


    arms.


    The only thing Julie couldn’tprehend was, if Zenith was truly Lucian, then how could he move


    around so effortlessly? After Lucian had rushed into the raging mes to save him, his legs were so


    badly injured that he couldn’t stand anymore.


    Yet, the Zenith who just stood before them clearly moved about freely.


    Kieran whipped out his phone and sent a picture to Hayde. Julie looked at the photograph of Zenith


    that Kieran had just sneakily taken, she didn’t even know when he had managed to take it.


    Soon, Hayden called back, uttering only one word, “Lucian?”


    “I’m not sure.” Kieran was sincere with his words. The man who stood in front of him was clearly his


    elder brother who had disappeared for nearly a decade. But the functioning legs, the unfamiliar tone,


    and the entirely different aura made it hard for Kieran to ept.


    But he knew that nothing was impossible over the past decade. So, he added to Hayden, “Eighty


    percent sure.”


    “Those legs…” Even Hayden on the other end of the phone fell silent for a few seconds before asking,


    “Where did you get this picture?”


    “We just met, Zenith, the President of Zenith Group,” Kieran said.


    “I see, I’ll have Lien investigate,” Hayden ended the call.


    As Kieran held Julie’s hand and entered the lobby, Zenith had already driven away. Kieran directly


    drove to the local hospital.


    Mr. Nestor, the orthopedic surgeon at the hospital, was already in his sixties. Julie didn’t know why


    Kieran sought Mr. Nestor, so she simply followed him quietly.


    Upon seeing Kieran, Mr. Nestor warmly greeted him, standing up and shaking his hand, “Young master,


    what brings you here?”


    Hearing Mr. Nestor address Kieran as young master’, Julie recalled some forgotten memories. When


    Lucian was still living at Noblewood Retreat, Julie had visited the Hernandez family and seemed to


    have met Mr. Nestor.


    She had assumed Mr. Nestor was the family doctor of the Hernandez family, not realizing he was also


    the head of the Orthopedic Department at the local hospital.


    “Mr. Nestor,” Kieran greeted politely, then without further ado, went straight to the point, “Do you still


    remember my brother’s condition?”


    “Oh…” Mr. Nestor sighed at the mention of Lucian, “He has been gone for so long, why do you


    suddenly bring this up?”


    Kieran replied, “Lucian’s memorial day ising up soon. I just thought of it and wanted to ask if you


    still have his medical records?”


    “They’re stored in theputer. Although it’s been a long time, I think we should be able to find them if


    we look,” Mr. Nestor said.


    “Thank you, Mr. Nestor.”


    After Hayden received the picture from Kieran, he forwarded it to Julien, leaving two words under the


    photo, “Come here.”


    Julien, who was living next door and was currently sorting out the Fitzgerald family’s rted


    documents, didn’t expect Hayden’s summons and had to stop what she was doing..


    She knocked on Hayden’s door, phone in hand.


    “Come in,” Hayden’s voice came from inside the room.


    As soon as Julien entered, she pointed at the photo in her hand and asked, “Where did you get this?”


    “Kerry sent it over,” Hayden put down his pen and asked Julien, “What do you think?”


    Julien nced at the photo again and finally concluded in a questioning tone, “Lucian standing up?”


    “A man paralyzed for many years, survived a ne crash, and then miraculously stood up?” Hayden


    pped his hands.


    Even though the apuse carried a jeering tone, now was not the time to argue with Hayden.


    “Can you send the photo to me?” she asked.


    Hayden, leaning back in his chair, said softly, “Send it yourself.”


    Julien opened Hayden’s iMessage, then looked for her own contact. Finally, she found that Hayden had


    saved a remark for her, a simple word – ‘her’.


    Julien’s eyes flickered slightly, but she pretended to be calm, as if nothing had happened, and silently


    skimmed through his contact list before sending the photo to herself.


    She asked him, “Who took it?”


    “Kerry. It was Zenith, the President of Zenith Group,” Hayden said.


    Julien raised an eyebrow, asking, “The never-publicly-seen Zenith? And he looks exactly like Lucian?”


    “Whether it’s Lucian or not is yet to be confirmed.”


    “So, you want me to investigate?” She asked, “What about the heir to the Fitzgeralds? Should I still


    look into that?”


    “Can you find anything?” He asked.,


    The Fitzgeralds were people that even Miles Simson couldn’t handle, let alone the fact that the


    Fitzgerald family had a strong backing. Julien wasn’t sure.


    So she replied with two words, “Maybe not.”


    “Then investigate what you can.”


    Julien nodded and turned to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Hayden, “Lien.”


    Julien paused but did not turn around.


    Hayden stood up, walked closer to Julien, and finally stopped behind her. Leaning towards her ear, he


    said, “Let’s talk about what happened the night you got


    drunk.”