Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler
Chapter 501

Chapter 501

Maia tugged Richard by the hand, her gaze keen as she did.

Richard had a bad feeling about Maia's impending result and was proven right when Maia spoke her next words.

"I'll keep the child, but you have to help me by pretending that the child is Cedrick's! The timing is just right, too." Dumbfounded, Richard blustered, "You're still thinking about Cedrick?!"

"Listen, you're not the legitimate young master of the Kingsley family. Cedrick, on the other hand, is a legitimate young master of his family. As long as our child is acknowledged as the son of the eldest young master of the Masons, we'll be able to inherit their assets. On top of that, when the Clarks, Kingsleys, and Masons unite their power, imagine where we'll be!"

Richard fell into deep contemplation.

Even though he was reluctant that his child would be calling someone else their father, he was tempted by the possibilities.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Pack your things and get the next flight to Franche. You'll be getting rid of an obstacle of mine on my behalf."

"You came right in time, my dear.' Maia rubbed her abdomen as her face shone with what looked to be motherly love.

Franche.

The weekend went by in the blink of an eye.

Ivan had submitted the architectural model to party A's person in charge, which was Madam Smith, the wealthy lady

He then received a call from William, who had asked him to stop by the conference room.

Ivan flattened out his shirt pleasingly. He was satisfied with how the model had turned out and was confident that the wealthy lady would be happy with it.

He was so pleased with himself that he fantasized about the shower of praises he would get.

However, the moment he pushed open the door of the conference room, he was greeted with a tense atmosphere instead.

"Mister William, Madam Smith, you called?" greeted Ivan cautiously.

Madam Smith tossed a folder of the building's architectural design on the table and asked with a smile on her face, "Ivan, is this your work?"

Ivan had always had a good relationship with Madam Smith. There was a time when Madam Smith was hiking and got herself into a dangerous situation, and it was Ivan who saved her. Ivan nodded. "Yes, that's my work."

"It was all done by you, and you only?"

Ivan was puzzled by all these questions, but he nodded nonetheless.

As soon as he nodded, he noticed that William, who was next to Madam Smith, tensed up immediately.

What was happening?

"I've always felt that your works speak to me and that your talent is a rare gem. On top of that, I chose to believe you, even after the bad news about you was exposed. Sure enough, you didn't disappoint me and managed to come up with such an excellent design in such a short time..."

Madam Smith's tone lost its friendliness as she audibly became frigid. Even though she was praising him, there were no traces of warmth in those words.

Ivan looked at William, confused.

"Mister William, Madam Smith, I spent a lot of time and effort on this draft, and every single detail was thought thoroughly. If something here dissatisfied you, please feel free to point them...”

"Dissatisfied? Why would that be? You were able to use my dead husband's draft from many years ago! How would that be dissatisfying?!"

Madam Smith smacked the table and stood up immediately.

Her husband was a famous architecture professor who died in an avalanche accident. Madam Smith had preserved and saved all of his drafts, models, and everything that he had written about architects, keeping them close.

She did not expect that Ivan would get his hands on the drafts and make them his own. Frankly speaking, it was a scummy move!

"W... What?" Ivan felt his knees go weak as his face froze.

Madam Smith then carefully opened up a folder and retrieved a stack of papers. The content of those papers, compared to Ivan's, was similar up to 80 percent!

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