Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 137

Julie breezed her way up to the floor where the CEO’s office was located. The second the elevator doors slid open, everyone in the office froze.

Tina was the first to approach her, but Julie brushed past her and headed straight for the CEO’s office.

“Attorney Abraham…” Tina started, but before she could finish her sentence, Julie had already pushed open the door to the CEO’s office. However, she didn’t see Kieran in the office, only Karl who had just emerged from the lounge. He was standing in the doorway between the office and the lounge.

“Where’s Kieran?” Julie asked.

Karl could tell from Julie’s expression that she was holding back her anger.

He waved Tina away, “You might want to leave for now.”

Tina hightailed it out of the potential warzone. Then Karl approached Julie, “Mr. Hernandez is in a meeting with investors from France.”

Julie turned around to leave the office, but paused at the door. After standing silently for a moment, she turned back to Karl, “How long before it’s over?”

“Within half an hour,” Karl replied.

“Then tell him, if he’s not back in his office in half an hour, I’ll smash everything!” Julie sat down on the sofa and told Karl.

Karl nodded, trying to maintain his composure.

As he was leaving the office, he heard Julie add, “In half an hour, I might blow the roof off.”

Karl walked out of the office, trying to keep his cool.

Karl and Kieran were always in cahoots, how could Julie not know that? Whether Kieran was really in a meeting with French investors was still uncertain!

On a whim, Julie headed towards Kieran’s lounge, as if suspecting that Kieran was hiding there.

But when she pushed open the door to the lounge, she found it was empty, not a soul in sight.

Just as Julie was mocking herself for being neurotic, she turned around and saw the clothes hanging in the closet.

She suddenly remembered what Daniel had said: those clothes, shoes, bags, and accessories were all prepared by Kieran for her. Every season, he would replace the clothes in the closet with the latest designs. It had been like this for the past five years.

Julie, who was originally intending to leave, inexplicably approached the closet. She looked at the high- end ready-to-wear clothes. She checked the tags and indeed, they were all her size and most of them were haute couture pieces that had just made their debut at the recent autumn and winter fashion shows.

Julie frowned. Her heart felt like a tangled ball of yarn that she couldn’t untangle.

Two contradictory voices in her heart were struggling. One believed what Annalise and Daniel had said, while the other warned her not to forget the pain he had caused.

In the end, she gave in and collapsed onto his bed in the lounge.

It seemed that the little devil in her heart had won. Perhaps the pain of the past five years couldn’t be offset by his little bit of kindness. Anyway, Julie’s mind was replaying that stormy night like a movie, when Kieran said in a cold voice: save Bertha…

Warm tears unconsciously slid down her cheeks. As she silently lifted her hand to wipe her tears, she accidentally knocked over a white pillow on the bed.

Julie sat up and picked up the pillow from the floor. Just as she was about to put it back, she noticed a yellow leather folder underneath the pillow.

She didn’t want to look, but she caught a glimpse of the big words on the folder: paternity test.

A paternity test hidden underneath Kieran’s pillow, obviously concealed on purpose, who could it be?

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The moment Julie pushed open the office door, Karl had been standing in the doorway between the lounge and the office. Could this paternity test have been just placed under Kieran’s pillow by Karl?

Julie’s hand made the decision faster than her brain. While her brain was still hesitating whether or not to pick up the paternity test, her hand had already opened the folder.

Julie pulled out the paternity test inside.

Her eyes fell on the paternity test. It was probably the most top-secret genetic test result. There was no information about the consignor, nor the name of the person being tested.

The acceptance date and test date were two days ago. The test location was an authoritative testing center in Whispering Pines. The

test samples were two toothbrushes, referred to as sample 1 and sample 2.

The test result was written on the test. The negative and positive control results were correct. It also stated that according to genetic chemistry principles and genetic laws, as well as Mendelian laws, and so on… Julie didn’t understand.

But she saw the final test result. Sample 1 could provide the necessary alleles for sample 2. The cumulative paternity index was 16912095.36, which could prove that sample 1 was the biological mother of sample 2.

And the final result was: sample 1 is the biological mother of sample 2.

So, who were the mother and child in this paternity test?

Bertha and Ivan? This was the only result Julie could think of, but why would Bertha and Ivan take a paternity test? Bertha was already dead, but this paternity test was only done two days ago!

Julie unconsciously took out her phone and took a picture of the paternity test, then put the test back in the folder and put it back under the pillow. She was incredibly glad that Kieran had taken her ID and backpack, but had left her phone behind.

After putting the paternity test back in place, she clutched the phone in her hand, then pushed open the door to the lounge to leave.

To her surprise, as she opened the door to the lounge, she saw Kieran standing at the door.

Perhaps because she had just done something guilty, Julie was so flustered that she forgot why she had come in the first place.

Kieran, standing across from her, spoke first, “Karl told me you were going to blow the roof off Simpo Co., so I came to check it out.”

Julie then remembered why she came here in the first place.

“So, how do you plan to blow this joint?” Kieran leaned against the door, looking at Julie.

He was no dummy. From that phone call just now, he must’ve guessed that Julie knew the truth. Yet, the guy standing in front of her was as cool as a cucumber.

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So Julie stopped guessing, and looked at him, “Can I have my stuff now, Mr. Kennedy?”

Kieran and Julie locked eyes. His gaze was oddly affectionate.

Julie listened to Kieran’s unique voice. He said, “Then take me with you.”

What she referred to as her stuff were her wallet, ID, passport, and luggage. But he said, he was also her stuff.

Julie, holding back her emotions, calmly said, “Mr. Kennedy, stop wasting your time on your ex-wife. You can’t get her back in this lifetime.”

Karl opened the door and brought in Julie’s luggage and bag.

Julie went over to Karl and picked up her luggage.

“Out.” Kieran said to Karl.

Karl turned around and left, closing the door behind him.

Julie’s angry voice was a bit hoarse, “Ivan’s full name is Ivan Hernandez, not Ivan Kennedy. Julian is not Julian, but Kieran. Joyce is not Joyce, but Julie. All these years, my family has been ruined, living a vagabond life…”

She choked, her eyes red as she looked at him, “You once said, not all questions in this world have answers. I believed. I believed every word you said, so I didn’t ask. I didn’t ask why you chose Bertha, or why you didn’t save our baby, or why you pretended to be a stranger to get close to me.”

“Let’s call it quits. I promise I’ll leave with Sansa and never appear in front of you again. Please let me go, and let yourself go…”

When a person is truly desperate, they tend to speak in a matter-of-fact way, not hysterically.

Although her arm holding the suitcase was still shaking, Julie straightened her back and walked out.

“Wait.” Kieran stopped Julie, then turned around to go get the paternity test from the lounge.

But when he came out with the test, the woman who had just paused for a second was gone.

Karl innocently glanced towards the elevator. All the employees saw Julie coming out of the CEO’s office with her suitcase and bag, then silently getting into the elevator.

Julie had thought her heart had died the moment she signed the divorce papers. But when the elevator doors closed, tears welled up in her eyes.

She spent all her youth loving a man. She valued her love for him more than her own life, even let him trample her pride into the dirt. It was easier to hate him than not love him…

People say time makes you forget everything, good or bad, but Julie felt that time only carved more and more rings into her, deep into the bone…

During the years of divorce, she never thought of waiting for him to change his mind, let alone forgiving him one day.

She was filled with hatred for him…

She tried countless times to move on from those memories. She lived hard and seriously, even tried to accept a new relationship…

But in the end, she also fell into his meticulously designed trap.

Julie looked a bit off. The sound of the elevator door opening seemed to tug at her nerves.

She dragged her suitcase, feeling the lobby was a bit blurry. A sudden sharp pain in her stomach made her sway towards the company’s

exit.

Just as she walked out the front door, she heard a familiar and youthful voice, “Mama Julie!”

Then, there were the countless flash lights.