Chapter 125: Found The Clues About Aiden Handrix

In Justin’s study, Noah handed him a particular phone—the one that was not meant to be used casually.

"Mr. Harper, there’s a call," Noah informed him.

Justin nodded, and Noah put it on speaker.

"Go on," Justin spoke, his deep voice filling the room as the person on the other end of the line listened.

"We have found traces of the man named Aiden Handrix. He is indeed the person we’ve been looking for," came a rough, roguish voice through the speaker.

"Where is he?" Justin asked, his tone cold and demanding.

"We haven’t traced his current location yet, but we’ve tracked his recent activities," the man replied. "It seems he resides in a foreign country, but there is a record of him visiting your country—specifically the Imperial City. He used that ID of his only once during that time, and it was to register his marriage with a woman named Natalie Ford."

"That much, I already suspected. Get me more details," Justin commented, not impressed at all.

"This ID was first created under the name Aiden Handrix when he was around ten years old. It means before that he must be a no name person or his true name was different and was changed to Aiden Handrix for a reason. Or he is simply using two different IDs and uses this one only for certain purposes.

"That ID was rarely used, and the records were later wiped clean by someone. It seems the boy was sent out of the country and must have been living under another identity. He only used the name Aiden Handrix again after many years—just to register a marriage, and then he left the country."

"Which country did he go to?" Justin pressed further.

"We’re still trying to find out, as the traces were erased," the man responded. "There must be someone very powerful behind this—someone capable of erasing a person’s existence so thoroughly. But once we get even the slightest clue, we’ll hunt him down."

"Do it fast."

"Yes... Hmm..."

"What?" Justin asked, sensing hesitation on the other end of the line.

"The picture on that ID—it looks exactly like you. Are you sure it’s not you who had some accident and lost your memory?" the man asked skeptically. "A powerful person like you can pull off anything. And your father, Mr. Harper, has enough influence to erase any trace of a young boy’s existence."

"I’ve never had any accident, and I’ve never lost my memory. On the day of that wedding, I was attending an important conference in another country and have solid proof of it. All my travel records are crystal clear. Moreover, this name Aiden Handrix, I am hearing it for the first time."

"Then, maybe you try to enquire if your father, Mr James Harper had any child other than you, or you had a twin brother and for some reason Mr Harper Had to hide it?" The man asked.

"I do not have any twin brother or any sibling that’s I am sure. I do not have to ask him," Justin retorted. He could not reveal to anyone that he was an adopted child, so he knew it better. "And even if there was any other child of my father, what that sibling of mine would get from marrying a woman who doesn’t even know him. He would have been living lavish life with my father’s money instead. That man married random woman and at that he looks exactly like me, there is definitely a conspiracy."

"That’s true as well," the man said, "It’s really important find out the motive of that man."

"Hmm, that’s why I am trying to figure out as well," Justin replied, "What would that man get from swindling a woman into a marriage."

"Maybe he loves her," the man suggested.

"The one who loves, won’t leave her like this. He should be a man enough to show in front of her. But seems like he is not a man anymore."

"Alright. I’ll continue searching for that man. I am sure we are just a step behind him." The call ended, and Noah picked up the phone, putting it back in its secure place.

Justin leaned back in his chair, his expression dark and contemplative.

"Mr. Harper, any instructions for me?" Noah asked. He was accustomed to Justin giving orders whenever he became unusually serious.

"Check where Julia is," Justin instructed. He suddenly felt the need to ask some questions to his grandmother.

"Yes, Mr. Harper," Noah replied, pulling out his phone to contact John.

"John is taking Ms. Natalie and Grandma Harper back to Ms. Natalie’s place. He mentioned something happened at the mall and said he’d send the details once they reach home."

Justin stood up from his chair, worry creasing his forehead. Noah understood immediately and made a call to arrange Justin’s car. There was no need for him to wear ordinary clothes and take an inconspicuous car anymore, especially since his identity had already been exposed to Albert.

On the way, Noah received the information about what happened at the mall and showed the entire video to Justin.

Justin’s brows furrowed as he watched. Someone had tried to harm Julia and Natalie. His gaze darkened with fury.

"Briena Ford... Seems like she’s not satisfied with her current life," Justin commented coldly. "Find out what would hurt her the most."

"Mr. Harper, that woman’s been riding high on the anticipation of her upcoming movie. It’s in the final stages and set to release soon," Noah informed.

"You know what to do," Justin commanded.

"Yes, Mr. Harper. Consider it done."

When Justin reached home, Natalie was already aware of his arrival. The moment he entered, he looked around and asked, "Where is she?"

"In the guest room," Natalie replied softly. "She’s sleeping."

Justin headed straight to the guest room and sat at the edge of the bed where Julia was resting. His expression was grave as he gently held her hand, watching her calm face. His other hand moved softly to caress her head, as if coaxing her into a deeper, more peaceful sleep.

He had watched in that video how scared Julia looked. No one ever dared treat her like this, but that certain woman- Briena Ford- had crossed her boundary. It was his negligence that it happened, that someone dared hurt Julia.

Natalie felt guilty as she looked at Justin. For the first time she was seeing Justin this serious which felt unsettling.

"I’m sorry. It was my responsibility to keep her safe, but I failed," Natalie said quietly. "Someone from my family tried to hurt her..."

"It’s not your fault," Justin’s cold voice interrupted as he looked up at her, his intense gaze meeting hers. "And remember, that’s not your family anymore. You don’t have to feel responsible for their actions. You’re my family—mine and Julia’s family. You have nothing to do with the Fords."

Natalie was taken aback. What did he mean by that? She wanted to ask, but seeing the fierce intensity in his eyes, she swallowed her question. She could be rowdy with the rest of the world, but in front of this man, she felt helpless.

"And for what that woman did to you and Julia... she will pay for it in a way that she’ll regret even thinking about harming either of you," he added, his voice low and menacing.

Natalie could feel the weight of his words and realised her little sister’s good days are going to be over soon.