Who is that crazy woman?” Abuela Zeya asked, struggling to look over Alex’s shoulder. “Security should handle her immediately. What the heck does she think she’s doing? This is not the place for such shenanigans.”Alex pressed his fingers against his eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to ease the dull, throbbing pain that had long since started in his skull.“I’m talking to you, Alex! Don’t you dare pretend like you can’t hear me!!”Alex for to his feet, his chest tightening when he noticed Blakely’s confused expression. “Please keep eating. I’ll handle this.”“But Alex…” Blakely started. Before age could land, he’d stepped back and walked away. His fingers were balled into fists as he slowly approached the guards. “Let her go.” He ordered on arrival. “I’ll talk to her.”“Yes, sir.” They chorused and walked away.“That’s it, you fools.” Meredith sneered. “Walk away.”Without waiting for her to protest, he wrapped his fingers around her arm tightly and pulled her towards the restau

For a moment, Alex was silent. His guts tightened with tension as he shifted to the edge of his seat.“What about him?” “Well, this news might be bad or just… normal, depending on how you take it.”“Just tell me,Tariq.”“Well, here goes. Your grandfather has another entire family in Spain. You’re not his only grandson.”Alex froze, not sure he’d heard right. “Excuse me? Did you say…?”“Yes, you heard right.” Tariq cut in. Alex blinked for a second, trying to assimilate the shocking news. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t wrap his head around it.“But the members of the conglomerate all told me that I’m his only grandson. Even Abuela Zeya claims that it’s just me. How the heck is this possible?”“Well, the conglomerate and Zeya are not aware because Alexander wanted to keep his second family a secret. He did not want them involved in the drama of his real life at all. Because…” he drifted off and Alex nearly passed out from all the suspense. “Because? Tell me.” He growled.

“Alex, are you sure this is safe? Are you sure we can trust this guy?” Abuela Zaya asked for the umpteenth time as she watched him pack up a small travel bag for his trip.“Yes, Abuela. We can trust him. Tariq was grandpa’s best friend.”“Then how come I do not know him?” She retorted, her face twisted with worry. “How come he’s telling you that my brother has an entire family in Spain and I had no knowledge of it? I need you to calm down and think about this rationally, Alex. Something just doesn’t add up.”Alex heaved a sigh, dropped the bag and walked to the bed. He sat beside her and draped one arm around her shoulders.“Nothing adds up, Abuela. Nothing. But you read the letter from grandpa, didn’t you? You even recognised his handwriting the moment you set your eyes on the paper. You also confirmed that Grandma died through very mysterious means. Grandpa’s investments in Spain are on the verge of being crippled by his greedy second wife and her children. Tariq even confirmed t

“Mrs Andrews. What are you doing here?”She ignored him and turned to Tony.“Hello, detective. We meet again.”Alex was shocked. He stared at Tony, expecting him to deny ever knowing her. That did not happen. Instead, Tony smiled tightly and gave her a slight nod.“Mrs. Andrews. It’s not a pleasure, as always.”She scoffed. “Oh, please. Let bygones be bygones. Surely you’ve forgotten about our little altercation, right?”Alex watched in amazement as she bat her long, false lashes at Tony.“Wait. Hold up. What the hell is going on here? Am I missing something?” Alex asked, totally confused. Mrs. Andrews opened her mouth to speak but Alex put up a hand, effectively shushing her.“I wasn’t referring to you, Mrs. Andrews. Let Tony speak.” He turned to Tony who looked slightly uncomfortable. “Well? Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”“I’d rather not.” Tony deadpanned.Alex let out a short, incredulous laugh.“Well, if you want to work for me, you’ll have to tell me the relationship y

Alex had never been more shocked in his entire life. He sat still, completely still, while Mrs. Andrews fiddled with her Birkin bag, her face twisted in a tight expression. “Are you serious right now?” He whispered, his brain whirling like he’d just gotten off a roller coaster ride.“I’m dead serious.” She said shortly. “I’m so serious that I have the DNA test to prove it.”Alex got to his feet once more and paced the length of the conference room. His heart burned with the feeling of betrayal. His chest felt too tight, like it might burst through the seams of his shirt any moment now.He wanted to doubt Mrs. Andrews. He wanted to preserve the tiny bit of faith he still had in Blakely, but betrayal had dug its claws too deep into his heart. There was no going back.“How did you get the DNA test?” He muttered darkly.“Knowing that little bitch’s sneaky behaviour, I wanted to confirm for myself that my husband was really the father of her baby. I asked my husband to keep paying her of