Chapter 70 - Chapter 69

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"How did you meet?" Eriez was conspicuously curious.

"That's not important," I mumbled in annoyance.  

"So selfish," Wenziel remarked.

"You wouldn't have an heir if you stay like that-"

"Adopt," I cut him.

They both looked at me with wide eyes.

"Adoption? Are you crazy?" Eriez gulped his tea and poured in some more.

"You're just giving away your fortune to somebody that isn't related to you in any way?"

"That's my final decision," I stood up and left them both in disbelief.  

I stayed in my room all day and waited until the swelling of my face subside. Some concealer hid my bruises well and after, I found myself busy once more within the corners of my office.

Deo entered and handed me the documents for the renovation of the chapel and convent.

"These papers are up for signing."

"Deo," my gaze was to the ticking hands of the wall clock.

"I suppose you're being careful about everything I'm doing for Claire. I don't want either Eriez or Wenziel to know about it."

"Strictly yes," he answered uptight.

"And about the meeting with the Cryzastic board, it was moved today. In two hours."

I nodded and dismissed him.

Cryzastic.

Ever since Deo revealed to me who Claire was dating, I couldn't help but think of that guy every time I hear Cryzastic. The clock ticked fast and my blood was already seething. I pulled my coat and stood up.  

In two hours, I'd be seeing him.  

Derick Brundon, Cryzastic's vice president.

I don't like neither him nor his family. If not for the fact that they had great shares in the company, I'd delightfully kick his ass out. But even if I couldn't, there were still some ways I could play with Derick.

If he messed with Claire, I'll surely tear him apart.

Aside from the Hope Charity for the poor, the Cryzastic has sported a huge orphan shelter many years ago. I just had the chance to visit after the board meeting and picked a list of newly born infants for the selection of my possible heir.

Eriez almost fainted when I gave him the document.  

He didn't like it.

"This is ridiculous," he exclaimed.

"Is this what you've been busy about the whole week?"

I laughed at his dismay.  

"Not good," he doctor leaned exhaustedly on the settee.

"This is a joke! We even had your sperms preserved in case things got worse. Don't waste all the efforts we did through all these nonsense!"

"My decision is final," I emphasized.

"Irrevocable."

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