"Don’t worry!" Moses nodded towards the invitation on the table, "I think I can see her tonight."
If it weren’t for seeing Gan Yuan, he wouldn’t have agreed to attend Qian Xueying’s dinner party.
As the smiling face of Gan Yuan flashed before his eyes, he furrowed his brows once more.
"Has the child’s background been clarified?" Moses asked.
The assistant shook his head gently, "No news yet."
Moses’s brows puckered, and the assistant hurriedly explained, "Miss has always been very careful with her whereabouts. These past few years, aside from the earlier Qiao Liang, she has hardly had any friends, making it not easy to investigate."
"I don’t care!" Moses looked over coldly, "I need to know who that child’s father really is."
If his guess was not wrong, Gan Tang’s father must be the reason why Gan Yuan betrayed and left him. He could forgive Gan Yuan’s betrayal, but not that man—the man who took Gan Yuan away from him—he would never forgive.
The sun beamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, warming the entire bedroom, and after several hours, Gan Tang’s IV drip finally finished its last drop.
As the nurse removed the IV needle, the little guy was already asleep.
His fever had subsided, but his body was still somewhat weak, naturally lacking his usual energy. Now was a good time for him to rest more.
"Call me if you need anything!"
Gan Yuan tucked the little one in and whispered a command to the nurse, then tiptoed out of his bedroom.
Passing through the corridor and reaching the terrace at the end, Gan Yuan raised her arm to the railing, and her mind plunged into contemplation.
Moses must have gotten the news by now; this time, she had deceived him again, and in the days that follow, he would probably seek to take revenge on her fiercely...
Raising her palm to her forehead, Gan Yuan frowned in sorrow.
How should she broach the subject with Huangfu Jue? How would he react if he found out?
If he knew that Moses was the man who had tattooed her and was planning to take her away from his side, he would surely not accept it.
Imagining the possible conflict that could arise between the two men gave Gan Yuan a headache for quite some time.
She massaged her slightly aching temples, sighed with a frown, reluctantly took her cellphone out of her pocket, and, after powering it on, dialed Moses’s number.
As her fingers hesitated over the call button, Huangfu Jue’s car had already driven into the Duke Residence below.
Seeing Huangfu Jue getting out of the back seat, Gan Yuan hurriedly pocketed her phone.
The man had already spotted her and was smiling up at her from downstairs.
"I have something for you."
There was an undisguised excitement in his voice.
"I’ll be right down."
Gan Yuan turned and hurried down the stairs; before she could step off the last one, Huangfu Jue had already come forward, presenting the object he held to her.
Gan Yuan took the envelope from his hand, noticing the crossing swords wrapped in rose stems printed on it—the symbol of the Royal Family.
"Open it and see," the man said with a smile.
She opened the envelope and unfolded the invitation inside.
Seeing her name on it, Gan Yuan could hardly believe her eyes.
She was actually on the guest list for an Imperial Palace banquet, a fact that took her completely by surprise.
After all, this was not just an invitation but also represented that the Imperial Palace had acknowledged her existence.