Chasing After My Beloved Wife

Chapter 41 Are You Sure That You Won't Implicate Me?

A villa for his son?

A conflicted look flashed across Dr. Wood's face. The car accident had cost him a lot of money, and

now he was stuck in a department without a future. His son’s girlfriend was kicking up a fuss about

wanting a four-room house for marriage, or she would not marry his son. It had caused him and his

wife plenty to worry about.

"Dr. Wood, the result of this DNA test can bring not much change to me, but a lot to you."

Vivian's smile was light and gentle. The more she smiled, the more she exuded a tempting aura. She

was offering a house! Houses in the city were extremely expensive. No matter how much he made in

the future, he would not be able to afford a villa.

"If I faked the DNA results for you, what would you do?”

"What would I do? I love Shawn, and you know that. My son is only three years old, and he is so

young. His only wish is to have a father. Now that Shawn is by his side, he can be happy. I only want

him to be happy and for the DNA results not to affect his happiness. Do you understand what I’m

saying?”

Dr. Wood clenched his fingers as complex emotions filled his eyes. If she had been more arrogant by

threatening him with money, he would have turned her down. Yet, she was behaving politely. He found

it hard to reject her request.

"If you’re worried that you might be implicated by this matter, you can rest assured that you can issue

two different reports. If there is a problem, I will say that I amended the results. You can give the other

report to show your innocence.”

With a smile, Vivian tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled more gently. She was considerate

enough to think of a way out for him.

"Are you sure that you won't implicate me?"

"It's meaningless for me to get you involved, isn’t it?” Vivian asked with a smile, knowing that she had

succeeded.

She took a check from her purse and handed it to Dr. Wood. He clenched his teeth and accepted it.

"Alright then. I will give Mr. Richard a copy of the report that you want to see.”

At noon the next day, Salmon handed over the document to Shawn. Shawn opened the file, taking out

the DNA result and scanning it before he smiled.

Dalton was really his child!

Salmon didn't dare to say anything. He stood beside Shawn. Why did he feel that Shawn didn't want

such a result?

Shawn's expression became more indifferent as he held the report. After a long time, he said, “Go and

contact Mr. Ronson.”

He put the report back into the file bag. His frown disappeared. Now that he found out that Dalton was

his son, he had to take on the responsibility as a father. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Salmon was stunned. "Do you mean..."

"Ask him to draft an agreement. According to what Baird said before, transfer all the shares of the

Richard family and the real estate under my name to her."

"All your real estate?" There were a lot of shares in the Richard Group under Shawn's name, and if he

gave her all his real estate, he would be left with nothing.

"I'll contact him right away." Salmon did not dare to question Shawn anymore and quickly went to do

the task.

Shawn was the only one left in the quiet office. He leaned against the sofa, his jaw hardened. He

narrowed his eyes and took out his phone to call Connor. "Where are you?"

"Where can I be? I have to be in my nest, of course.” Connor's light-hearted tone came from over the

phone.

Shawn hung up the call and walked out.

At Red Sleeves, Connor was sitting on the sofa of the private room. There was no wine on the table,

but there was a rose-gold suitcase with a decoded lock lying wide open. The gorgeous clothes inside

made him smile.

"Geez. She isn't young anymore, yet she loves such flowery dresses. She has to start dressing her

age."

"Sir, this isn’t a good idea, is it?”

The waiter was in a dilemma. It was not right for Connor to go through people’s things like this.

"What's wrong? It’s been here for three days, so it's basically unwanted trash. Let me ask you. If you

throw a watch in the bin, can't I pick up your trash?"

"Sir, are you here to go through trash?” The waiter asked timidly. Connor was the second son of the

Turner family, and he grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth.

“I was giving an example!”

Connor time rolled his eyes and continued to dig through the belongings in the suitcase, not knowing

what he was looking for.

When his fingers touched the bottom compartment, he found a laptop, ID, and passport.

"How careless she is. How could she not come back for her luggage when there's something so

important inside?”

He opened the passport and looked at the photo, smiling at the attractive lady in the photo.

Thinking of the feelings from that night, he felt his throat dry up. He had been with countless women,

but she was the only one he lost control with.

"Boss, do you want to return it?"

"There's no need to return it. If she wants it, she will come to get it."

The waiter interrupted Connor's memories from that night. Connor put down the passport, opened the

laptop, entered the password he decoded from the suitcase lock, and the screen was unlocked

immediately.

"I knew it would be like this."

With a snort of accomplishment, he looked through the documents inside, but he was intrigued by a

locked file. He keyed in the same password again, and the file unlocked. There was only a photo

inside, and it was Janina kissing a man, but the man's face was photoshopped into a dog's.

"Boss, what an interesting lady. Why would she think of venting her anger this way?"

The waiter couldn't hold back his laughter, but Connor's face darkened. He directly put the laptop on

the table and said, "What do you know? Take these things away and send two bottles of wine to me."

"D-Do you want me to throw away the suitcase?”

Connor was irritated by the waiter's stupid words and kicked him. "Why don't you just go away!”

The door of the private room was pushed open from the outside. The waiter gasped when he saw

Shawn. "Mr. Richard, the boss has been waiting for you for a long time. I'll go get you guys some wine."

He shut the suitcase and ran off.

Shawn threw the clothes aside and sat down next to Connor. "Whose is this?"

"A guest left it here. Why are you looking for me now? Did you miss me?”

Shawn pulled his collar in frustration, unamused by Conner's joke. "The child is mine."

Connor was stunned for a second, and the playful look on his face disappeared. His expression turned

grave as he asked, "Did you decide to divorce Joye?"

As someone who knew Shawn since childhood, Conner knew that Shawn would never dismiss his

biological child.