I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
Chapter 463: I Love Both of You

At Sterling Corporation, Terrence Sterling wore a serious expression as he reviewed the reports, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Did you investigate Ethan Channing's holding companies thoroughly?" he asked.

Rick quickly replied, "Yes, apart from a biotechnology company, none of them have any ties with our company." "Biotechnology?" Terrence Sterling inquired, "Do we have a project in that field?"

Rick responded, "Mr. Sterling, you might have forgotten. Five years ago, you acquired a biotechnology company and handed it over to Winston Emerson. This company has been burning through money researching human memory extraction and reading technologies. I've heard they've made some progress."

Terrence Sterling had indeed forgotten. With so many subsidiaries and industries under his belt, he didn't personally oversee each one.

"Ethan Channing also owns a biotechnology company?"

"Yes," Rick confirmed. "I discovered that Ethan Channing injects substantial funds into this company every year."

"What are they primarily researching?" Terrence Sterling asked.

"That's a company secret," Rick said, looking troubled. "I couldn't find out."

Terrence Sterling frowned. "What has Leyton been up to lately?"

Rick seized the opportunity to flatter him, smiling, "Mr. Sterling, your foresight is remarkable. After pretending to be insane for so long, Leyton couldn't hold back anymore. He doesn't have the patience or temperament for it. He snuck out of Ravenwood in the middle of the night to meet an old flame, who used to be the hottest woman at Heavenly Pavilion."

Terrence Sterling was curious to see how long Leyton could keep up the act. He hadn't yet identified the person behind Leyton.

Terrence Sterling sneered, "Heavenly Pavilion has been demolished for so long, yet Leyton remains quite devoted."

"Leyton's old flame has moved to a new place, CC Club," Rick recalled. "It's owned by Ethan Channing."

Terrence Sterling's eyes narrowed. All the information pointed to this CC Club.

He waved Rick away.

Joy Chaucer, Leyton, Ethan Channing, Derek Donnelly, CC Club...

Terrence Sterling sat in his swivel chair, reflecting on recent events. He had privately investigated and found that shortly after Derek Donnelly's incident, Donnelly's ex-wife received a sum of money, bought a house for their daughter, and frequently shopped at high-end malls for luxury goods.

The money came from an overseas account transferred under Donnelly's ex-wife's name, which was just a virtual transit account.

But it was undoubtedly related to Derek Donnelly's incident.

Fiona Woods and Justin's deaths were certainly connected to Derek Donnelly, but killing out of unrequited love seemed far-fetched. Everything seemed unrelated yet interconnected. The common links were Joy Chaucer and Ethan Channing.

He had previously suspected Bianca's illness might be related to her dietary habits.

Terrence Sterling had privately investigated and asked Aubrey Lawson about Bianca's daily diet but found no valuable clues.

As Terrence Sterling was lost in thought, he suddenly felt something soft scratching his face.

He snapped back to reality to find Meredith holding their daughter. He was both surprised and delighted as he habitually took his daughter into his arms. "Dear, what brings you here? Did Little Lucky miss Daddy?"

Little Lucky liked grabbing things with her hands and sometimes hurt herself. Whenever her nails grew long, Terrence Sterling's family would trim them.

"I went to our restaurant and discovered something I wanted to tell you," Meredith said. "What were you thinking about just now? We came in, and you didn't even notice."

"Just some thoughts," Terrence Sterling replied, kissing his daughter's cheek with a broad smile full of affection. "Dear, what is it?"

"You were so busy kissing and smiling at Little Lucky that you didn't even look at me while talking. I'm jealous," Meredith pretended to pout.

Terrence Sterling laughed and kissed Meredith on the cheek. "I love both of you. I definitely love you longer than our daughter."

"Of course, otherwise where would our daughter come from?" Meredith laughed. "By the way, I suspect my mom's illness might be due to food incompatibility. She has been eating certain foods long-term that damaged her organs, leading to failure. This idea came from a customer at our restaurant today."