Chapter 228: Chapter 226: That Mole on Your Buttock

Mia Grant refused without a second thought.

Simon Adler knew she wouldn’t agree, so he wasn’t surprised.

"Then there’s nothing we can do for now. Let’s wait and see what Simon finds. He’s already trying to get to the other staff on the medical team, but the chances aren’t great."

Simon Adler rattled on, but Mia Grant didn’t hear a single word.

Seeing she had no reaction, her glistening eyes, dark and bright, stared straight at him as if searching for something.

Simon Adler waved a hand in front of her eyes. "Hey, are you listening to me?"

"Nope."

"..."

Mia Grant snapped out of it, stroking her chin as she circled him.

Feeling a bit strange, Simon Adler turned uncomfortably, his gaze tracking her as she circled.

"What are you doing?"

"That suggestion you just made... I don’t think it’s a bad idea after all."

’Just now?’

’What suggestion?’

Simon Adler tried to recall. "Didn’t you just say no? Are you willing to give him up?"

"Of course I can’t bear to part with Hayes Hughes. But..." Mia Grant stroked her chin and stopped in front of him. The corners of her lips lifted into a smile. "I think you’ll do just fine."

"..."

「An hour later, in a coffee shop.」

Mia Grant sat at a table on the second floor, leisurely eating her pudding.

Downstairs, a man and a woman sat at a table by the window.

The man was a familiar face, looking slightly uncomfortable as he talked with the woman across from him.

At some point in their conversation, the woman laughed, shyly cupping her face in her hands.

After some time, the two stood and walked outside. By the curb, the man opened a car door for the woman.

The woman waved, reluctant to leave.

The man smiled and said he’d see her next time.

The moment the car was out of sight, Simon Adler’s expression turned cold, and he spun around to head back inside.

The moment he stepped inside, he looked up toward the second floor.

A certain someone was holding a plate, leaning back in her seat as she ate and enjoyed the show downstairs.

When she saw him return, she held the spoon in her mouth and mimicked his earlier gesture, giving him a smiling wave.

"..."

’For a split second, Simon Adler had the urge to smash that plate of pudding right in her face.’

He took long strides up the stairs and sat down opposite her.

"Find out anything?"

"Her father has been working overtime recently, leaving early and coming back late. She doesn’t know what he’s busy with specifically."

Mia Grant nodded. "That basically confirms it, then."

"What did she say to you before she got in the car?"

"She asked me to go see a movie with her tomorrow."

"Great," Mia Grant said approvingly. "You can dig for more information at the same time."

"..."

"What’s with that look on your face?" Mia Grant clicked her tongue. "She’s gorgeous. What’s there to complain about? You look like your lifelong honor is on the line."

"And she doesn’t seem to mind you."

Taking a deep breath, Simon Adler couldn’t be bothered to argue with her and took out his phone to message Simon.

After a moment, he said, "I need to head to the office now."

"My brother’s back?"

"Yeah, I’m going to discuss it with him."

"Then you don’t have to give me a ride. Lee and I will head back."

Since Lee was with her, Simon Adler didn’t insist. He was in a rush to find Silas Grant and left in a hurry.

Mia Grant slowly finished her coffee before going downstairs.

By the side of the road, Lee was hailing a cab when Mia interrupted her.

"Let’s walk around for a bit. It’s not like we have anything to do if we go back."

Her movements were restricted; the old man wasn’t worried about her trying to run.

There was no way for her to escape.

’Besides, Silas Grant has already found out. There’s no need to hide anymore.’

Mia Grant didn’t go too far, just wandered around a nearby shopping mall.

It was Christmas Eve, and as soon as Mia Grant walked in, her eyes were drawn to the tall Christmas tree standing in the center of the hall.

"Do you like Christmas, Miss Grant?"

Lee had noticed her standing before the tree, lost in thought. When she smiled, her beautiful eyes curved like crescent moons.

Mia Grant came back to her senses. "I wouldn’t say I like it."

"I used to work at a mall. During Christmas, they would hold events and hand out prize vouchers to customers. We’d always get to split whatever vouchers were left over."

"Yeah. Every Christmas Day, I could use those vouchers to have a ’feast.’"

’So it wasn’t Christmas she liked, but the free dinner that came with it.’

"You’ve worked before? As a part-time job?"

Snapping out of her reverie, Mia Grant smiled. "You could say that."

Seeing the wistful look on her face, Lee grew curious about what kind of "feast" could possibly impress a young lady who was born at the top of the social pyramid.

"Turkey? Or French cuisine?"

Mia Grant gently shook her head and was about to change the subject when someone to the side called out, "Jean Lee."

"Yes?" Lee answered instinctively, turning to look.

Mia Grant assumed Lee had run into a friend, so she turned as well, only to meet the scrutinizing gaze of Carla Sinclair.

"..."

"Jean Lee?" Carla Sinclair frowned.

Lee looked at her. "Who are you?"

’Alright, that confirms it.’

Carla Sinclair’s expression soured.

Mia Grant raised a hand to rub the bridge of her nose. ’I can’t believe I ran into Carla Sinclair here.’

Carla Sinclair didn’t answer, just looked at Mia Grant, her gaze clearly demanding an explanation.

But Mia Grant didn’t think it was necessary.

’They weren’t close, and it’s not like Carla Sinclair was planning on getting serious with Silas Grant.’

’There was nothing to talk about.’

She gave a slight nod in greeting and prepared to leave.

"Who are you to Silas Grant?"

Carla Sinclair spoke up.

Mia Grant ignored her.

Carla Sinclair frowned, finding her a bit rude. "Two questions. In exchange, you can ask me a question of your own. Or, if there’s something you need me to do, or something you want, just name it."

"..." Mia Grant stopped and turned back. "Anything?"

"Yes."

A smile bloomed on Mia Grant’s face. "In that case, go through with the marriage alliance with Silas Grant."

"Fine."

"..." Mia Grant froze.

But the next second, Carla Sinclair added, "But are you sure you want this? You like him, don’t you?"

"You should think about yourself instead."

Mia seemed to take her words to heart. With a slight curl of her lips, she changed her mind. "Alright, then. One hundred million per question."

Carla Sinclair lifted her eyes, her gaze deep and unreadable.

Mia Grant shrugged. "I’ll be going, then."

"Fine."

The voice that came from behind her was so flat and unwavering that Mia Grant thought she was imagining it.

She turned in surprise. "Are you for real?"

"I can even offer you a higher price."

She raised her hand, and in the next moment, her assistant placed a card wallet in her palm.

Carla Sinclair looked down, pulled out a card, and asked, "Is a card okay? Or a check?"

"..." Mia Grant paused to think. "I want cash."

Carla Sinclair’s hand paused, and she looked up at her.

She was clearly trying to make things difficult.

She was doing it on purpose.

Anyone could tell.

Mia Grant thought that would be the end of it, but to her surprise, the other woman was silent for two seconds before calling out to her assistant, "Go withdraw the cash."

Then, she turned back to Mia Grant. "Hong Kong dollars are quite heavy to carry. Should I have it converted to US dollars for you? Or RMB?"

"..."

’How strange.’

Mia Grant clicked her tongue and impatiently snatched the card from her hand. "Fine, what do you want to ask?"

Carla Sinclair gazed at her face. "First question: What’s your name?"

Mia Grant gave a fake name.

"ID card, passport." She needed to confirm it.

"I don’t have them with me."

"Your ID number."

"..."

Mia Grant laughed. "Mia Grant. And the second question?"

After a long, silent stare, Carla Sinclair asked in a low voice, "Do you have a mole on the lower left side of your back?"

"Right on your waistline, close to your hip." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"..."