LittleNovelMrs. Fourth was taken aback. She'd always thought that marrying into the prestigious Sharp family, by hitching her wagon to Jackson, would secure her financial future. But now, it seemed that safetywas unraveling, leaving her feeling frustrated and unwilling to just sit back and let it happen.
"I don't care who Big Brother plans to hand the company over to; he has to look after our interests. If not, I'll tell Mother, and she'll straighten things out." Jackson could only shake his head at his wife's misguided plan.
No one was aware that he wasn't actually the matriarch's biological son, not even his own siblings. He'd stumbled upon this secret accidentally when he realized his blood type was O, while his mother's and brothers' were all A. This set him apart in a way that was hard to ignore.
Between a biological and an adopted son, it was clear who the matriarch would favor.
Jackson let out a heavy sigh.
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Nathalie, with Ford by her side, had spent the whole day locked in the company's computer room, yet they couldn't find a single hint of Cameron.
It was like he'd vanished into thin air. Where on earth could he be? Dominick glanced at Nathalie, worry etched on his face. "Boss, do you think something might've happened to Cameron? With all his credit card activity, facial recognition hits, and surveillance footage, we should've found something by now. It's bizarre that we've cup empty despite all our efforts." Nathalie's expression turned odd. "Are you saying he's dead?" Dominick winced. "Boss, let's not jump to conclusions." Nathalie couldn't quite grasp her feelings. If Cameron was indeed gone, she didn't feel the satisfaction of a victory, just an overwhelming sense of anxiety: if she couldn't track him down, Greta would never share the secrets that could change the fate of Morris and her father.
Her only remaining option was to track down Almos.
A light bulb went off in Nathalie's mind. "If we can't find Cameron, then you need to track down the world-famous hypnotist, Almos." "Got it." With that, Ford threw himself into the task, using all the skills he'd acquired over the years to hunt down Almos.
That evening, Nathalie returned hmuch later than usual.
By midnight, she finally dragged her exhausted self into the house.
In the Morris sat alone in his wheelchair, looking so isolated under e dim light of the casting shadows over him.
"Nathan, why aren't you asleep yet?" Nathalie asked, surprised.
Morris looked directly at her. "Is the company really that busy?" Nathalie paused, not great at lying, her words stumbled over each other. "I... have had to work overtlately.
You should get srest and not wait up for me." Morris shook his head. "What did Greta say to you?" "Uh?" Nathalie was clearly flustered. "N-nothing much. She was just asking about Cameron. How would I know where he is?" "Nathalie," Morris called gently.
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Nathalie slowly approached him, resting a hand on the armrest of his wheelchair. "Nathan, it's late. Letget Sou back to your room so you rest." Morris nodded, albeit reluctantly.
Nathalie turned the wheelchair around and began to push him gently.
The journey was short but felt incredibly long.
Nathalie took the chance to talk to Morris. "Nathan, maybe you should think about scheduling a checkup sometime?" Morris's hands, resting on his knees, slowly curled up with tension, hiding his trembling fingers.
"Why the sudden suggestion of a checkup?" Morris asked with a smile.
Nathalie replied, "Isn't a routine checkup just a normal thing? M thing?om Everyone should have one every year."
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