Chapter 850
Chapter 853:
Upon hearing Arlo’s name, Candice was struck by profound shock. Her body trembled involuntarily, yet she exerted great effort to maintain a facade of composure and calm.
“Thank you. Knowing the name is enough. If further investigation is needed, I’ll apply through the proper channels. I hope you can keep today’s visit confidential.”
Before leaving, Candice presented her lawyer’s certificate, a tangible testament to the legality of her inquiry.
The customer service representative remained silent, bidding her farewell with a serene smile.
Candice exited the mobile service center and stepped onto the street, her gaze fixated on the ceaseless flow of passing cars.
Suddenly, a veil of haze clouded her vision, leaving her inexplicably unsettled.
Her thoughts spun wildly, a whirlwind of uncontrolled musings, its origin elusive and enigmatic.
Three years ago, before the car accident, her mother’s final phone call had come from Arlo.
What had happened at that time?
What had they talked about on the phone?
Candice found herself astonished by the revelation that her mother truly knew Arlo, a fact that paled in comparison to the bombshell that awaited her. Her biological father was not the man she had known as her dad. The weight of these revelations overwhelmed her, rendering acceptance a distant prospect.
The Royal Garden Corporation’s deliberate avoidance of involvement in the realm of biotechnology and pharmaceuticals, Candice discovered, stemmed from Arlo’s directive. Arlo did know her mother, and her biological father wasn’t Kyle.
These three truths crashed upon Candice’s consciousness like tempestuous waves under a burning sun, leaving her dizzy and disoriented. Struggling to maintain her balance, she instinctively reached out a hand to steady herself against a lamppost beside the road.
𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖓
In this moment of disarray, her phone chimed, disrupting the chaotic thoughts swirling within her. Glancing down, she saw that it was her assistant, Sadie Finch, who had called. Candice pressed the answer key.
“Miss Blake,” Sadie’s voice resonated through the receiver. “A client has been patiently waiting for you here. He arrived without an appointment, but he insists on seeing you. This man, well-dressed and exuding an air of authority, appears to have a strong background. Unfortunately, Miss Reeves is not present at the law firm today. No one dares offend him. When will you be back? I’ll tell him.”
Furrowing her brows, Candice hesitated before voicing her thoughts. “Didn’t you tell him that it would be more appropriate for him to consult the transactional lawyer? My expertise lies in legal cases.”
Sadie, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration, responded, “I’ve told him several times. But he insists on seeing you.”
“Okay, I see. I’ll arrive at the law firm in about 20 minutes.” With that, Candice ended the call, her mind swirling with questions.
She was confused. She struggled to comprehend the identity of the well-dressed man who was adamant about meeting her. It couldn’t possibly be Greyson. Then, who could it be?
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