Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

Artemis frowned. “How are they so fast?”

Dwayne rolled his eyes at him. This shameless sly fox. How are they so fast? It's all because of your

mother's instigation. Of course, I can't say this in front of Ms. Jefferson. Otherwise, she'll direct her

anger at Artemis, and I'll have to bear the brunt of the tyrant if he sulks.

“Not really. This matter has been brewing for the past couple of days. It's evident the public is

supportive of Snowflake protecting her rights through their one-sided comments. Now is the best time

for Juliana to come forward and strike while the iron is hot. Else, it'll be difficult to pressure Snowflake

with the public's support after the interest in this incident dies down a few days later.”

Bailey turned to Artemis. “I think it'll be best if I tell you everything now, Mr. Luther, to get this matter out

of your mind,” she said impassively.

Before Artemis could respond, Dwayne urged, “Mr. Luther said you have a bargaining chip in your

hand. It looks like he's right about that. Please disclose everything to us then, Ms. Jefferson.”

“Do you have nothing to do?” Artemis said in a clipped voice. Dwayne swallowed the words on the tip

of his tongue at Artemis' frustration.

He wasn't insensible, so he caught the change in the tyrant's expression and tone. “Oh, I just

remembered I have something else to handle, so I'll be taking my leave. Please continue your

discussion without me.”

After watching Dwayne depart, Artemis glanced down at his watch. “It's already lunchtime. Let me take

you to lunch first. I'll arrange for you to stay at my private mansion for a few days afterward. You

definitely can't go back to Shelbert Condominium, so it's best if you can lie low somewhere else,” he

offered.

“No thanks,” Bailey rejected. “I should stay at a hotel. How can I trouble you, Mr. Luther? I'm thankful

for your offer, but it's unnecessary. If you have some free time on your hand, maybe head over to the

condominium and fetch Maxton back to the Luther residence. I fear he'll get food poisoning again if I'm

not there. I don't want the public to accuse me of harming children once this plagiarism incident dies

down.”

Artemis' expression darkened.

Am I so loathsome for this woman to avoid me like the plague?

“Fine, I'll take all three of the kids back to my private mansion, and you can stay at the hotel alone.”

Bailey was rendered speechless at his remark.

Bailey secretly reserved a room at a five-star hotel, or more specifically, a suite next to Juliana's room.

Artamis frownad. “How ara thay so fast?”

Dwayna rollad his ayas at him. This shamalass sly fox. How ara thay so fast? It's all bacausa of your

mothar's instigation. Of coursa, I can't say this in front of Ms. Jaffarson. Otharwisa, sha'll diract har

angar at Artamis, and I'll hava to baar tha brunt of tha tyrant if ha sulks.

“Not raally. This mattar has baan brawing for tha past coupla of days. It's avidant tha public is

supportiva of Snowflaka protacting har rights through thair ona-sidad commants. Now is tha bast tima

for Juliana to coma forward and strika whila tha iron is hot. Elsa, it'll ba difficult to prassura Snowflaka

with tha public's support aftar tha intarast in this incidant dias down a faw days latar.”

Bailay turnad to Artamis. “I think it'll ba bast if I tall you avarything now, Mr. Luthar, to gat this mattar out

of your mind,” sha said impassivaly.

Bafora Artamis could raspond, Dwayna urgad, “Mr. Luthar said you hava a bargaining chip in your

hand. It looks lika ha's right about that. Plaasa disclosa avarything to us than, Ms. Jaffarson.”

“Do you hava nothing to do?” Artamis said in a clippad voica. Dwayna swallowad tha words on tha tip

of his tongua at Artamis' frustration.

Ha wasn't insansibla, so ha caught tha changa in tha tyrant's axprassion and tona. “Oh, I just

ramambarad I hava somathing alsa to handla, so I'll ba taking my laava. Plaasa continua your

discussion without ma.”

Aftar watching Dwayna dapart, Artamis glancad down at his watch. “It's alraady lunchtima. Lat ma taka

you to lunch first. I'll arranga for you to stay at my privata mansion for a faw days aftarward. You

dafinitaly can't go back to Shalbart Condominium, so it's bast if you can lia low somawhara alsa,” ha

offarad.

“No thanks,” Bailay rajactad. “I should stay at a hotal. How can I troubla you, Mr. Luthar? I'm thankful

for your offar, but it's unnacassary. If you hava soma fraa tima on your hand, mayba haad ovar to tha

condominium and fatch Maxton back to tha Luthar rasidanca. I faar ha'll gat food poisoning again if I'm

not thara. I don't want tha public to accusa ma of harming childran onca this plagiarism incidant dias

down.”

Artamis' axprassion darkanad.

Am I so loathsoma for this woman to avoid ma lika tha plagua?

“Fina, I'll taka all thraa of tha kids back to my privata mansion, and you can stay at tha hotal alona.”

Bailay was randarad spaachlass at his ramark.

Bailay sacratly rasarvad a room at a fiva-star hotal, or mora spacifically, a suita naxt to Juliana's room.

Not long after she checked into her room, Juliana knocked on her door.

Bailey let her into her room, but a few minutes later, she chased Juliana out.

“Look for Zayron if you want to gossip. Don't disgust me, so get out.”

After getting snubbed, Juliana returned to her room with a lowered head.

Since she directed her anger at me, I can only think of other ways to torture those scums that pissed

her off.

Back at Shelbert Condominium, the three kids were munching on the watermelon in their hands as they

stared out the living room's window.

The scene from half an hour earlier was as thrilling as a high-budget action movie.

Maxton elbowed Zayron's arm. “Hey, Idiot. Will Bay be okay? Will other inmates bully her in jail?” he

asked worriedly.

Zayron took a large bite off the watermelon. “Don't worry. That will never happen. It'll be good if she

doesn't blow the top of the jail off.”

Maxton was still worried. Not reassured by Zayron's nonchalance, Maxton turned to Susan. “Are you

not worried about Bay too, Susan? Should we go take a look? I might still be young, but I am the son of

the Luther family. The police department still respects me.”

Susan waved her hand. “Mommy's combat power is off the charts, and she's good at taking hits. Even

if you throw her into a cage with ten mastiffs, they might not even land a bite on her.”

Ding!

Suddenly, Zayron's phone rang in his pocket. He reached for it and saw Kai's name flashing on the

screen.

There's only one reason that brat is calling me at this time—the results of the paternity testing are out.

Nerves filled Maxton when he caught the name on Zayron's phone.

Is the result already out? Is Idiot really my cousin?

Susan noticed the boys' anxious expressions. “Are you guys hiding something from me?” Susan asked

through gritted teeth.

“Um...”

Zayron dashed into the study with his phone. “Ask Dummy about it. It's that Jerk Uncle's mess.”

“F*ck!” Maxton gasped before sprinting to the study too.

Susan stomped her foot as she glared at the boys running away. Her anger drove her to chase after

them.

In the study, Zayron leaned against the glass window with the phone to his ear. “Tell me. What's the

result?”

His tone might seem casual, but his stomach was churning with anxiety. He squeezed his hand into a

fist at his side.

The father's role is different for everyone. Even though I matured early, I had wished for a father too.

No matter how nice Daddy Eddy treated me, something still felt missing. We're lacking that passionate

feeling between biological father and son.

Not long after she checked into her room, Juliana knocked on her door.

“I've already sent you the test results. Look at it yourself.”

“F*ck!” Zayron cussed. “This is what you tell me after causing so much commotion?”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He could only hear the beeping tone coming from the other end.

Zayron clenched his teeth to suppress his anger.

What else can I do but swallow my anger? Smash the phone?

He took a seat in front of the computer and logged in to an instant messaging platform. The minute he

was online, Kai's profile picture popped to the forefront. The document was automatically downloaded

onto the computer when Zayron logged in.

Sucking in a deep breath, Zayron moved the cursor to the downloaded file.

There wasn't any conclusive information in the front, so he scrolled through the pages quickly. Finally,

his gaze honed in on the words in the last row, and his finger stopped scrolling. The shock from those

few words blew his mind as though a bomb had detonated.

The sentence read: The owner of these two samples are biological father and son.

There was a string of numbers beneath that sentence, which read ninety-nine point nine percent.

I'm really that b*stard, Simon's son. What the heck?

After snapping out of his shock, Zayron's trembling fingers tapped on the keys on the keyboard: Are

you sure you did it correctly? This result will change my whole f*cking life. There's no room for mistakes

here.

Three seconds later, Kai replied: Based on the result, you're his son unless that blood sample isn't

Simon's. There's no running from that.

Zayron turned his sharp gaze toward Maxton. “Are you sure that blood sample is your Jerk Uncle's?”

he asked through gritted teeth.

Maxton ducked his head and nodded cautiously. “Y-Yeah. It's my Uncle Simon's... I mean, Jerk Uncle's

blood sample. Are you really my cousin, Idiot?”

“I'm not your f*cking cousin!” Zayron shot him a death glare and then swung his leg at him. “Make sure

you take this secret into the grave. You got me?”

Maxton fidgeted before he said, “Is being part of the Luther family that bad? I can give you the position

of the son of the Luther family if you want it.”

Susan stared dazedly at her brother. “Z-Zayron, Dummy's Jerk Uncle is really our father?” she

stammered.