In fact, Titus Zane hadn’t taken that woman’s words to heart before; Ariana Evans had always been so kind to her, so caring and protective, how could she not be her birth mother?
Hiring a private detective to investigate was just to use evidence to prove she was the mother’s biological daughter.
However, her mother’s abnormal behavior last night made her suspicious.
If what Nathan Moore said was true, then everything Ariana Evans had done was out of caution. But if they were truly mother and daughter, what was there to guard against?
A series of questions led Titus Zane to harbor doubts.
She suspected that there must be some unspeakable secret about her mother.
Perhaps, as that woman had said, she was not Ariana Evans’s daughter, but the daughter of that little girl.
If it weren’t for Ariana Evans’s suspicious actions last night, Titus Zane would have returned to Paris, her flight ticket already booked. But now, she wanted to find out everything even more.
Nathan Moore said he would help her get what she wanted, but after Jon’s prank, she wondered if he would still help her.
Taking another drag from her cigarette, Titus Zane stubbed out the butt in the ashtray and made her decision at the same time.
"Alright, book the flight for tomorrow, and we will embark together tomorrow."
After finishing the serious talk, Titus Zane sent Jon back to his room; she had almost stayed awake until dawn the night before.
Already suffering from insomnia, sleeping in a different bed, and with a man lying next to her...
Even if she was open-minded, she couldn’t let her guard down and share a bed with a strange man.
She had been sleeping poorly for three years; her nocturnal lifestyle meant she was always sleepless at night and drowsy during the day.
After Jon left, Titus Zane changed into her pajamas, poured herself a glass of red wine, sat at the small round table savoring the wine slowly while admiring the view outside. The glass emptied, a gentle sleepiness crept upon her, and Titus Zane returned to the bed, pulled up the blanket, and caught up on sleep.
A rare sound sleep was disrupted by the sound of a cell phone ringtone.
Groggy, she reached for the phone beside her pillow and upon recognizing the number, took the call.
A thickly nasal "Hello," the telltale sign of someone just waking up.
"Come to my office to get what you want."
The curt words, devoid of warmth, jolted Titus Zane awake, dispelling any lingering drowsiness.
It was a call from Nathan Moore, saying he would help her get what she wanted...
The call had ended, but Titus Zane still sat on the bed, phone pressed to her ear, taking a long time to register.
Three years ago, Titus Zane visited Nathan Moore’s company countless times.
Sometimes when there were sudden social engagements, she would have the driver pick her up and bring her to the company, and at times, Olivia Zane insisted on visiting Nathan Moore’s office, and she would have to act as a bodyguard.
Getting out of the cab and looking at the towering office building, Titus Zane felt an indescribable sensation, as if she were in a different era.
Walking into the company in high heels, the strikingly attractive and designer-clad Titus Zane was quite conspicuous.
Three years had passed, and the reception staff seemed to have changed several times.
In response to the polite inquiries of the receptionist, Titus Zane’s plump lips curved into a beautiful arch as she politely said,
"I’m here to see your president, thank you."
"Do you have an appointment?"
An appointment? Titus Zane shook her head, "No."
What was this man playing at? Calling her over and then not informing the reception, it was clear he was trying to give her a hard time.
"I’m sorry, I cannot let you go up," said the receptionist, sticking to protocol.
Having no choice, Titus Zane left the reception area, sat down in the waiting area, took out her phone from her handbag, dialed Nathan Moore’s number, and got no response until an automatic system hung up on her.
Suddenly realized that this was just Nathan Moore’s way of getting back at her, all because Jon’s prank had caused him to lose face.
Putting away her phone, Titus Zane stood up and walked towards the exit.
She was too naive; she shouldn’t have trusted the words of a man who hated her to the bone.