Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Doing the DNA Paternity Test

Nicole’s entire body froze. Is this what it means when they say, “It’s a small world”?

Colton looked up at the woman before him, who looked a little astounded. Dressed differently from the previous two times, she wore light makeup while standing gracefully erect, looking somewhat more refined than when they last met. “Lisa?” He raised his tone of voice slightly with a note of interest. I remember that little kid telling me his mom was coming just now. Could this woman be Lisa? How interesting. Now they’ve ganged up in an attempt to fool me!

Upon hearing his voice, Nicole hurriedly composed her features. “Yes, I am. Nice to meet you, President Gardner.”

Colton rose from his seat. His figure was tall and slender, while his skin was pale and even a little translucent in the sunlight. Curling his lips into a meaningful smile, he replied slowly, “You don’t have to be so courteous. We’ve known each other for a long time, after all.” No sooner had the kid called than she showed up, impersonating Lisa. Well, I have to say that this woman is indeed quite resourceful; I didn’t expect her to be able to learn that Lisa will be coming to Gardner Corporation today!

Uh… Nicole was somewhat lost for words. I didn’t expect him to be Gardner Corporation’s president. Curses! I should’ve done my homework upon returning to the country! From NôvelDrama.Org.

Colton asked, “You said you’re Lisa, but do you have any evidence to prove it?” His voice was somewhat cold, and his tall figure made him lower his gaze while looking at Nicole.

Nicole numbly took her work badge out of her handbag and handed it to Colton. “This is my work badge. You may take a look.” Inwardly, though, she said to herself again and again, This is a customer, and the customer is always right. Calm down, Nicole. Don’t lose your temper…

When Colton saw how the pretty woman before him went slightly red in the face with a look of repressed anger, his heart lifted all of a sudden. He lowered his head, darting a look at the work badge before saying languidly, “Such a thing can be forged, no?”

What the heck? Nicole stared at the man in astonishment. If it weren’t that she was representing F&M Apparel at the moment, she would have slapped Colton across the face long ago. “You’re so good at joking. Why would I fake my work badge? To make my way up here for the special purpose of flirting with you?” Her lips curled into a strained smile. However, as soon as she looked up, she saw a pair of fathomless eyes staring fixedly at her with a chilly and intense gleam in them.

“That’s hard to say,” Colton replied, answering Nicole’s question. He raised his chin slightly, his face expressionless, but his whole body exuded a chilly aura. Firstly, it was our chance encounter at the airport; then we met again after she picked up my wallet. Finally, her son called me, claiming to be my son, and now she came and claimed to be Lisa right after that. What a cunning woman! For a moment, I actually believed it. “Just leave the document on the desk. We’ll talk after I confirm your identity,” he said impassively. I’m not gonna have too many dealings with this flirt. That’d be a bother.

What a f*cking dumb*ss! F*ck you, you *sshole! Stupid tw*t! Son of a b*tch! Nicole cursed Colton inwardly with every profanity she knew despite the modest and gentle smile on her face. Holding the document with both hands, she placed it neatly on the desk. “Please take your time and read it carefully without overlooking any details. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be taking my leave.”

Colton’s eyes flickered as he looked at the woman, who still assumed a gentle demeanor despite being already pissed off at him. For some reason, he found her somewhat interesting.

Nicole wasn’t in the mood to play along with him, though. After putting down the document on his desk, she turned around and stormed off in a huff.

It wasn’t until Nicole had left that Colton laid eyes on the document on his desk. At first, he wanted to ignore it, but upon recalling what the boy had told him, he subconsciously opened the document and turned it to the third-to-last page. And sure enough, there was a strand of fine hair on the innermost part of the page.

Colton’s eyes darkened. Indeed, the night I spent with Queenie was within the period that kid mentioned. Queenie? Nicole? They both bear the surname Anderson. Could there really be such a coincidence? Well, it’s not that difficult to have a DNA paternity test done. I’d be interested to see what else this woman could do. At the thought of this, Colton picked up the strand of hair from the page and made a phone call. “Have a DNA paternity test done for me and someone else. Uh-huh, have it done within three days.” F&M Apparel’s annual dinner will take place three days later. I have to know the answer before that!