Queen Mommy's Six Genius Babies Found the CEO Daddy-Chapter 180: Used and Using

Olivia draped her arms around his neck and teased, "You’re not wrong... but aren’t you afraid Lucas will find out?"

"Find out? Hah."

Aiden let out a cold laugh.

"Everything is under my control. But you—let’s talk about you. You only got out because of me, yet all the credit magically ended up in Ethan’s hands."

"You’re not jealous, are you?"

Olivia looked nothing like she had earlier.

Her entire demeanor shifted in front of Aiden—soft, seductive, and dangerously compliant.

Everyone thought Ethan was the one who saved her.

In truth, Aiden had been the real helping hand.

After all, Aiden’s connection to Lucas was an open secret.

And Olivia hadn’t personally harmed Sophia—that was the only reason she could be pulled out in the first place.

Aiden’s hand slid around her waist, his eyes half-lidded.

"Tell me... if you gave me a child, do you think the Trump family might raise it as their own? By then, everything from the Trumps and the Morgans would be ours. And I wouldn’t even need to bother fighting Lucas anymore. Their combined wealth would last us a very long time."

He suddenly smacked her on the hip.

Olivia froze for a second—then slowly relaxed and let a smile bloom across her face.

"I don’t think it’ll be that easy. Ethan marrying me is just to secure the Morgan inheritance. I won’t be stupid like before—I won’t believe every word he says. You’re right—power is everything. Ethan may be brainless, but that doesn’t stop me from using him."

Aiden seemed very satisfied with her answer.

"Staying with me is the right choice. Everything you want—I have. Everything you want—I can give you. And I can help you get more."

"So..." Olivia tilted her head, voice soft, "how’s the plan to buy up the Trump family shares going?"

"Almost done. I’ve been doing it quietly—no one has a clue. Anyone who hurt you, I can help you get revenge. Just remember, Olivia... for someone your age, the man you want—is me."

He yanked her toward him, pulling her flush against his body.

"Ah—"

Her gasp was swallowed immediately, her senses engulfed by him...

...

Later.

Aiden lit a cigarette, one arm still draped lazily over her body.

"Aiden," Olivia said slowly, "you say you treat me well... but I’m not feeling your sincerity."

"Oh? Sincerity? I got you out, and I’m helping you take the Trump family. Isn’t that enough?"

Olivia shook her head lightly.

"That’s not what I mean. I’m saying... girls like shiny things."

Aiden understood instantly—she was asking for a gift.

"Alright. What do you want? Just tell me. I’ll buy it tomorrow."

"Diamonds. Big ones. Pigeon-egg size. Even though Ethan says he wants to marry me... I haven’t exactly seen any proof."

Her voice was soft, almost as if she were speaking into the air—unclear whether she was talking to herself or to him.

"Don’t expect anything from him," Aiden snorted. "Instead of thinking about him, why don’t you tell me exactly what you want? I’ll get everything."

"I heard you bought your wife an emerald necklace at an auction recently."

Aiden paused mid-drag.

"...How did you know?"

"I’m not stupid. And you said it yourself—I’m your woman now. Most importantly, the gift you bought her? She parades it around every chance she gets. I’d have to be blind not to know. The circle’s too small. One glance and I find out everything."

Aiden shook off his suspicion and asked, "So you want that as your gift?"

"I do want it," Olivia replied softly, "but whether you give it to me... that’s another matter. Besides—she’s your wife. In your heart, she must be more important. My presence might put you in a difficult position."

Aiden’s gaze darkened. He took several long drags of his cigarette.

"Forget it," Olivia sighed. "I shouldn’t force you to do something you clearly can’t do."

"Can’t do?" he scoffed. "Why not? I told you—I’ll treat you well. Don’t worry. I’ll bring it to you tomorrow. As long as you trust me, sweetheart, I can help you get everything you want~"

He exhaled smoke right across her face.

Olivia smiled sweetly, but the flicker of disgust in her eyes flashed too quickly for him to notice.

...

Later that night, Aiden checked his body for any lingering scent before stepping into the house.

The place was pitch-black.

"Why are all the lights off?"

He muttered in confusion and flipped a switch—then turned around and nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Jesus—!"

He stumbled back, almost slamming into the wall, staring wide-eyed at the woman on the couch.

His wife, Julia, sat there with her legs crossed, arms folded, expression icy cold.

"Where were you?" she asked sharply. "And why are you just getting home now?"

The clock showed past nine.

Aiden normally returned by seven.

Relief washed through him for a second. He loosened his tie, acting casual.

"I was working late. What else? I’m going upstairs to shower."

"Stand. Still."

Julia’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You said you were working late? I called the branch office. They told me you left at six. Working late? Tell me—where exactly were you working?"

Aiden froze.

Julia strode up to him, grabbed his collar, and sniffed.

"This perfume. Whose is it?"

He had cleaned himself obsessively before coming home—How the hell could she still smell it?

Was she part bloodhound?

"Baby, don’t overthink it," he said quickly. "I just grabbed dinner outside. I came home late. You don’t trust me?"

"Trust you?" Julia laughed coldly.

"If I trusted you, pigs would climb trees, iron would bloom flowers, and rivers would start flowing backward. Aiden, if you don’t give me a clear explanation tonight, you don’t have to come home ever again."

Her tone was steel, her stare razor-sharp.

One lie—and she’d slice him apart.

Silence fell between them.

A tense standoff.

Then—Aiden suddenly smiled.

"Baby, your nose really is impressive. The scent on me—do you like it?"

Julia frowned, confused by the sudden shift.

"Baby, did you forget what today is?"

"What day? Sunday?"

"Oh come on..." Aiden sighed dramatically. "Today is our twenty-eighth anniversary of meeting each other. You definitely forgot."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small perfume bottle.

"I picked this out for you today. Maybe I sprayed a bit on myself while testing it. The scent hasn’t fully faded yet. Go on—try it. See if you like it."

Julia blinked, taken aback.

She sniffed it—and yes, it matched the smell on him.

Moments later, she exhaled helplessly.

"We’ve been together twenty-eight years..."