The CEO’S Unplanned Heir ( Aurelia Hawthorne ) - Season 3 Episode 100

After dinner, Aurelia headed to the training ground.

It wasn’t hard to acquire these skills, as long as you had the guts.

Whenever she thought of the enemy hurting her child, hatred surged like a mighty river, giving her the

strength to be neither soft–hearted nor soft–handed.

She needed to become stronger as quickly as possible, only a strong mother could protect her child.

Russell arrived, his tech team had traced the IP address of the email. It was almost certain that the

sender was a hacker named Dupal, probably hired by the enemy. Dupal had been arrested two days

ago.

Arnold asked gravely, “Who arrested him?”

“We haven’t found that out yet. Our rivalry is very mysterious, possibly part of a mercenary

organization,” Russell replied.

Arnold’s eyes darkened, appearing as unpredictable as a stormy night.

“I see. Send someone to the border office to check all the records of babies coming from our country in

the

past two months.”

Russell nodded, “Yes.”

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Arnold glanced at Aurelia, who was engrossed in her shooting practice, her ears protected by muffs.

He walked out, asking in a low voice, “Did the people you sent to watch Marcia find anything?”

Russell replied, “She hasn’t had any contact with Eldoria, but she’s had several secret calls with

someone in Freysland, all at night. I tracked the numbers, they’re all payphones.”

Arnold rubbed his chin, his expression pensive, “Keep an eye on them. Inform me of any findings

immediately.”

“Yes.”

After Russell left, Arnold returned to Aurelia, gently patting her shoulder, “Let’s call it a day. Don’t

overdo it.”

Aurelia put down her gun.

After a shower, she sat on the couch with a glass of milk.

She was exhausted, but sleep eluded her, Her thoughts were filled with her child.

Once a woman had a child, she was bound, no longer carefree and unencumbered as in her single

days.

Arnold sat next to her, “Don’t worry too much. As long as their goal isn’t achieved, the child is safe for

now.”

Aurelia took a sip of her milk, her brows slightly furrowed, “Their target is Leopold. They want to use the

baby as leverage. If he doesn’t respond, they might take desperate measures.”

That was her biggest fear.

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Arnold pondered for a moment, “If they were just common criminals looking for ransom, they might

harm the baby. But they definitely want more than money. Keeping Liam alive is more beneficial for

them, since he’s Leopold’s child.”

This thought comforted Aurelia slightly.

If it were just about money, Leopold wouldn’t refuse. What he never lacked was money. But t

hey wanted something Leopold could never give.

She took a couple more sips of milk, then cautiously asked, “Did you know that Leopold was almost

assassinated three years ago?”

A strange smile crossed Arnold’s face, “How could I not know that? I was the prime suspect!”

“You wouldn’t do that!” She shook her head, confident in her assertion.

Arnold stood up, walked over to the liquor cabinet, and poured a small glass of whiskey with a couple

of ice cubes. Coming back, he smiled faintly, “You trust me that much?”

“Yes, I trust you.” She looked at him with wide, sincere eyes, “I believe that no matter what disputes

you and Leopold may have, you wouldn’t hurt him. After all, you two are blood–related brothers. Plus,

you were with me in Willowbrook at the time!”

Arnold’s hazel eyes glinted subtly under the lamplight, appearing incredibly deep.

He swirled the whiskey in his hand, speaking in a low voice, “Even if Leopold was gone back then, I

couldn’t have become the heir. My mother was already dead, and unless Jessica Stirling adopted me, I

wouldn’t have a claim. But why would she do that? If she were to adopt anyone, she would choose

Fredric, the son she raised herself.”