Chapter 299
The Adorable Twins and Their CEO Daddy
How did Harriet know Eliana had children?
Eliana was stunned for a while, and then she said calmly, âThat is a very personal question, Miss
Stone. I donât think I have to divulge pieces of my personal life to you.â
Harriet was rendered speechless and hated Eliana in her heart.
She knew about Eliana being a mother because of the photo given to her by the private detective sheâd
hired to investigate Silas. Looking at the photo in which Eliana was talking and laughing with three
children, Harriet was so shocked that her jaw dropped.
How could Eliana know Silas?
And who were the other two children in the photo?
Could it be possible that⦠all the three children were Eliana and Mauriceâs?
This possibility was like a small, sad stone in Harrietâs throat. She immediately asked the private
detective to continue the investigation. It wasnât until the private detective told her that Silas was
actually the child of Mauriceâs younger sister that Harriet breathed a sigh of relief.
Then who were the parents of the other two children?
Harriet came up with an idea.
âIâm aware that everyone is entitled to his or her own privacy, Eliana. Iâm not forcing you to answer me if
you donât want to. Itâs just that Iâve been hearing rumors going around the office recently. I just want to
ask for some information.â
Harriet continued pretending to be a good and well-meaning person and put on an embarrassed face.
That set off alarms in Elianaâs head.
She had never mentioned to anyone in the office that she had children. How could there be rumors?
And Harriet was acting weird. Instead of inquiring about work, she was asking about the private life of
one of her subordinates.
âWith all due respect, Miss Stone, my personal affairs are not your or the companyâs business.â
Eliana flashed Harriet a cold stare.
âDonât be upset. I just want to know the truth. I have nothing else to ask now. You can go.â
Bearing the dissatisfaction in her heart, Harriet ended the conversation.
The diplomatic expression on her face suddenly vanished after Eliana stepped out of her office.
Eliana was so good at pretending.
Fortunately for Harriet, she had made too many enemies, and there were plenty of people who wanted
to deal with her.
Harriet took out her phone and pulled up her contacts. She found a phone number under the name
Erica, and her lips arched into a complacent smile.
Since Harriet was smart enough to investigate Elianaâs background, she also knew that there was
some bad blood between Eliana and Erica.
She would just ask Elianaâs deadly enemy about her personal life since Eliana didnât want to talk about
it with her.
Without hesitation, Harriet dialed the number, and before long, the call connected.
âHello, is this Mrs. Harrison?â she said in a soft voice.
âWho are you?â Erica asked in a hoarse voice from the other end of the line.
âYou donât need to know who I am. You just need to know that you and I have a common enemy who is
Eliana Pierce. I called you because I want to meet with you and discuss how weâre going to deal with
her. Are you interested?â
The sound of breaking glass came through.
âYou know that bitch, Eliana? Okay, Iâm interested. When and where shall we meet?â Erica agreed
without hesitation.
Harriet smiled triumphantly at the enraged excitement in Ericaâs voice.
God helped her. Harriet didnât expect that Erica hated Eliana so much. She thought that it would take a
lot effort to convince Erica to join her little crusade, but it turned out to be so easy.
âIn two hours. The cafe at No. 27 Forest Road. See you there.â
âOkay.â
Two hours later, Harriet arrived at the appointed place first.
After a while, Erica walked in.
Harriet had seen photos of Erica before, so when she saw the slovenly woman at the door, she was
shocked. She even considered that she might be looking at another woman.
In the photos she had seen, although Erica wasnât a great beauty, she was still a sight to behold. Even
through just photos, she exuded the kind of elegance and poise that could only come from old money.
But the woman in front of her right now was exceedingly different. She was wearing a wrinkled black
dress that had spots on it. Her hair seemed to have been neglected for a long time and was shiny with
grease.
Her face was sallow; her lifeless eyes had dark circles under them; and her cheeks were sunken.
At this moment, Erica didnât look like a rich lady but like a junkie who had been struggling with addiction
for many years.
Suppressing the shocked expression on her face, Harriet waved at Erica.
âOver here, Mrs. Harrison.â
Erica turned her head toward Harrietâs direction and then approached her.
âYou mentioned that bitch Eliana on the phone. Tell me, has her doom befallen her?â
Ericaâs turbid eyes gleamed with anticipation. She looked like a dying patient who had recovered her
consciousness momentarily.
It made Harriet tremble with fear.