Son Of Two Ceo
Self-concealment

"Welcome, miss, and son of Aldrich." Ron opens the door for Emma and Aldrich, who have just arrived home.

"Argh! I'm still pissed!" Emma threw her suit on the floor, and Ron hurriedly picked it up.

"What's wrong, miss?" Ron asked as he looked at Aldrich as well. Who knows, he might find the answer through the boy. But Aldrich just smiled.

"There's a new employee at my place, and he just robbed me!"

"What robbery?! Isn't that terrible? We have to report to the police." Ron panicked and walked up to the house phone to call the police.

"There's nothing on the cake." Aldrich was still smiling like that, and entered the room casually.

"What's really going on, miss?" Ron dared to ask.

"I'm going to buy my employees dinner. But he ordered a lot of food. He said make stock 3 days ahead. Damn you!"

Ron breathed a sigh of relief. I guess what, it turns out to be another hoopla from miss.

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After exiting his private bathroom, Aldrich walked over to a small table beside the bed, then opened one of the drawers. There he saw a book that he had kept.

I have to put it somewhere else. What if Emma's sister reads this?

Having already picked up the book, Aldrich intends to read it as well. He wanted to know the extent of his record about uncovering the mystery of his father and mother.

I have to add to it.

Aldrich started writing in the book again. He wrote down new facts that he knew. Starting from the photo of his father who was in the drawer of Matt's work desk, until his mother who came from the same orphanage with Emma. After he finished writing, Aldrich picked up another piece of paper stored in a drawer.

This is a custody letter. Emma's sister told me to keep it to myself.

Aldrich smiled proudly.

Hahaha I'm so smart. I intentionally didn't put my mother's name here. In order to look like sister Emma adopted a child who has no parents and identity.

Because it's... If someone was looking for me, they wouldn't be able to get any information.

It seems to make sense from now on. My mother is from an orphanage, and my father is a famous family boy. Usually, the problem is blessing.

But if it's because of blessing, why didn't my mom and dad elope?

Argha! I can't think straight.

Aldrich ruffled his hair, then closed the book he had just finished writing.

I still can't conclude correctly. We need to find more evidence.

Aldrich suddenly remembered Ria's face. A very suspicious person for him.

Right too, he's too weird. From the first moment he saw me, his expression was always terrified. Even during Matt's engagement, he couldn't say anything.

Then after Emma's sister said my name in front of her the other day, her expression was like one who got a brilliant idea.

Heh... Let me guess, he must be figuring out who I really am.

The question... Wh why? Does he have anything to do with anything?

Geck! Geck!

Aldrich hurriedly hid his book when he found out someone was knocking on the door.

"Let's have dinner, Al. Ron made some rib soup for you. He said not to be skinny anymore." Emma shouted from behind the door.

"Yes, brother." Aldrich hurriedly headed for the door of the room.

I'll find out the truth. And those who have made my father and mother suffer, must accept the consequences!

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One of the restaurant tables was occupied by two people who were talking about something serious.

"What's? There's no result?" Ria asked once again a man who was her hired private detective.

"Yes lady. There is only self-report of the child after being adopted by Miss Emma Rosaline. Before, he was a street kid with no identity."

"Then find out what his mother's name is. There's no way he was born of a stone, right?" Ria was starting to get annoyed at not being able to get the information she wanted.

"I've asked my team to search. But still can't find the answer. Because most street children do not have an identity, it is difficult to trace their origin. His parents also mostly gave birth in places that do not have a data collection system and others."

"Ck! You guys are useless. It's free to be a detective!"

"Madam I tried. Whether the person you're looking for is still there or not, and it could be... He's very good at hiding himself."

"Easy! I'm leaving! You guys aren't so fucking becus." Ria hurriedly walked out of the restaurant feeling annoyed.

Yuna Alisya. Where are you now? Did you intentionally want to make me die of curiosity?

Your son is a frightening specter for the Hamilton family. So quickly show me your nose and hand over the boy!

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Aldrich and Emma had just finished their dinner.

Ohhachi!

Aldrich suddenly sneezed. Despite not knowing what it was because of, Emma was instantly worried.

"Rone! Quickly call my personal doctor. Ask to come in less than 30 minutes."

"So I'm fine." Aldrich rubbed his itchy nose.

"Are you serious?" Emma rubbed Aldrich's head gently. "I'm afraid you've contracted Ezra."

"Eh? Is Ezra sick? Looks like he's okay."

"The brain hurts."

Aldrich had no power to hold back his laughter. Even though he himself is the same.

"Why laugh?" Ask Emma.

"Sister Emma is funny."

"really? A funny? Like a kind of kindergarten kid, huh?" Emma pulled her cheek with a cute pretentious expression.

"Ouch. This old woman still wished for someone to praise her cute. Remember his 27." Ruri who was taking a drink in the refrigerator, then she immediately ran away when she saw Emma began to awaken her demonic side.

"Aunt Ruri is so honest."

"I'll cut the face." Emma squeezed his hand with a lump.

Aldrich looked at Emma doubtfully. He wanted to say his intention to visit his old house. Actually Aldrich knew that Emma would allow it, but he wanted to see the woman's expression, would it be sad?

"Ask what?"

Aldrich was surprised that Emma, who was not looking at him, suddenly knew what he was going to do.

"Tomorrow I want to go to my old house. Look-look. Can't you?"

"Don't say that. Of course I can. Whenever you want to go there. I told you, right? If you're free to do whatever you want."

"Thank you brother."

"Tomorrow I'll take you all to work. Remember to get up early."

Oh my gosh, I hate those words.