Chapter 477: Chapter 477



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When Jolene passed away, Matthew was about seven or eight years old and she had just given birth at the time. Therefore, I could predict that the letter might even be older than she was.

Time had passed a lot, was the person still alive, or had he or she moved away from there?

There were so many possibilities for change that she wanted to know the truth.

The receptionist looked at her, “Who are you?”.

She arrived at the company with two children and only called Oscar by name. What was the identity of the woman?

“You just have to tell us if this person exists here. Why are you asking so many questions?” Samuel spoke impatiently. It was obvious that the receptionist was not answering his question and was asking some unrelated question.

Dolores tugged at her son, “Don’t be rude.”

“Dad had told us that we can’t bully others, but we can’t be bullied either. We are just asking if there is a person named Oscar here. However, she asked who he was. What did she mean? It was obvious she was curious about your identity and didn’t want to answer you on purpose. Let’s go and don’t ask her. As long as this person is not dead, we don’t have to worry that we can’t find her.” Samuel took Dolores’ hand.

It was strange that Simona also agreed with her brother’s words. They both took her by the hand to walk towards the door to leave the building, “Mom let’s go.”

The receptionist was a little confused. She really didn’t expect to see such a young boy who was capable of saying those words. It was obvious that he had met a lot of people and wasn’t afraid of people at all.

“Hey, how about I make a phone call and ask?” The receptionist called out to them.

Samuel glanced at her. He pondered for a moment and then said, “Okay, you can call.”

He stopped and stood without backing up.

The call from the desk connected to the secretary’s line in the president’s office, “There’s a woman looking for Mr. Adams.”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No.”

“If she doesn’t have an appointment, do you think you still have to call here to ask for her?”

“No.” The receptionist’s eyes fell on Dolores as she spoke to the secretary. “She was a very pretty woman with two children and she was calling Mr. Adams by name…”

“A woman with children?” it sounded like the secretary wanted to gossip too. What kind of people would come to the company with children?

The secretary said, “Go and ask how to address her.”

The receptionist looked at Dolores and asked, “Can you tell me her name?”

Just as Dolores opened her mouth and wanted to say his name, she thought that, if Oscar really existed, he must be from the same generation as Jolene. Therefore, he might not know her, so she simply said, “Jolene.”

The receptionist repeated his words to the secretary. The secretary said yes and then the phone call ended. The receptionist asked Dolores to wait a while.

“Would you like to sit down for a while?” the receptionist tried to say.

“No need.” Samuel indifferently refused.

Dolores frowned and looked at her son, “Sam…” Just as he opened his mouth, she was about to call him Samuel. It was very difficult for her to change that habit. Therefore, she decided not to say it.

The president’s secretary was knocking on Oscar’s office door.

A thick male voice came out. The secretary opened the door. The office was spacious and bright, the office chair and the chat area in front of it were made of Lao rosewood and was specially made in large-scale production. The tone of the office was quite dark and the various antique paintings were especially striking on the back of the office desk. All the pictures were painted by famous artists. The slightly yellowish paper made them not look fake.

As the leader of the JK Group, he should be able to afford to buy some precious things. The set of rosewood furniture already cost a million.

It looked like the man was in his fifties. However, he must have been a man who would not admit to getting old. He was wearing a blue shirt full of flowers and ankle-length nine-quarter pants that were the popular pants among the young men of today. Not only that, he wore a pair of white leather lace-up shoes. He dressed like that at that age. It was that not only his heart did not admit his age, but also his body.

He didn’t seem to have the composure he should have at his age. He was bending his legs and constantly shaking his feet on the office table.

He looked very cold and his secretary had been used to it for some time. Therefore, she was not surprised to see him as well, “President, someone from downstairs is looking for you.”

The man was holding a blue folder in his hand and kept reading it with his eyes. He asked, “Is it a business associate?”

“No, it’s a woman. The receptionist said she’s very beautiful, and…. She came with two children and called him by name.”

Finally, Oscar put the documents in his hand and swung his legs off the table. He moved his body to lean forward slightly, “What are you saying, a woman with two children called me by name?”

At that moment, Oscar began to recall in his mind the women he had had over the years. He had had many women before, but he had not had serious relationships with all of them. He was sure that none of them would be able to bear his child.

He definitely could not have children because of his identity because the huge family business did not belong to him.

He was able to live until now… it seemed he had thought a little far ahead. He regained his mind and then looked at his secretary. He looked very interested and said, “Did she tell you her name?”

“He said, Jolene?” said the secretary.

Oscar’s face immediately became serious. The name had been missing in his ears for over twenty years and he suddenly heard it again. He felt like he was in a trance again more than twenty years ago. He instantly stood up, “Where is he?”

“Downstairs.” Said the secretary.

He dropped the documents in his hand and hurried out of the office. He used the elevator to go directly to the second floor, to the lobby.

There was a “ding” sound. The elevator stopped and then Oscar stepped out of the elevator. Dolores and her two children were still standing in the lobby. She fiddled with her daughter’s hair and didn’t mention the man walking toward them.

“Are you the one looking for me?” Oscar was standing next to her. Dolores turned and saw a man who didn’t look young but was wearing fashionable clothes. She was stunned for a moment and then nodded.

“Who is Jolene to you, how do you know her?” Oscar’s question was simple and direct.

In his heart, he was eager to know Dolores’ identity.

Dolores did not answer him because she still had no idea who this person was, “I have come to find a person named Oscar.”

“I am Oscar.” Oscar answered her firmly.

His image was so different from the one in her imagination that Dolores could not believe it. She thought that the person Jolene could trust must be a mature man with composure.

However, the man standing in front of her?

He was dressed in elegant clothes and didn’t look like he had been through much over time. The man did not look like someone who could be trusted.

It seemed to Oscar that Dolores didn’t trust him and that made him feel a little lost: “Don’t I look like me?”. Dolores nodded instinctively.

Oscar was speechless.

Yes, he conceded, “This is not a good place for us to talk, follow me.”

He walked to the front to lead the way. Dolores held the hands of her two children and did not move because she felt no sense of security from him.

Thus, Dolores did not dare to simply follow a person like him.

Oscar felt that no one was following him. He looked at Dolores again and found that she was still standing in the original place and did not move at all. Just when he wanted to ask her the reason why she was not going with him, he thought his distrust. At that moment, he frowned. He pointed to his secretary following him and the receptionist and the entire JK Group, “You can go ask anyone here, I’m Oscar.”

When he finished speaking, he looked down at himself. Why didn’t he look like Oscar?

Why was he so suspicious of him?

“How old are you?” asked Samuel.

At that moment, Oscar noticed two children standing next to him. He walked over and looked closely at them. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, “This boy is very handsome.”

“Who is his father?” he was curious and asked.

Samuel was standing there. He cocked his head, “It is I who ask you first. You still haven’t answered me.” Oscar was speechless.

He was no older and yet he refused to suffer loss.

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