Sold To An Alpha - Chapter 249

Seated in his office, Mr. Fernando, who was feeling really restless, began to nervously tap his pen on the desk. His gut feeling was telling him that something terrible would definitely happen to him and that he needed to leave, but what exactly was it? That was something he was unable to figure out.

He glanced around his office and his gaze unexpectedly halted on the wall and on the space where Irene’s photo was meant to be hung, [Leia’s mother.]

He slowly stood up from the chair and walked towards the board, staring intently at that space. His heartbeat skipped a beat.

A memory of that day that the USB and Irene’s photo went missing came to his mind, and he staggered back, then rushed to his table and pulled his laptop open.

He went straight into Google and searched for everything regarding the woman, Irene. However, he was surprised to see nothing more apart from some info. There was no information about her having a child or even a photo of her child. There is nothing more than garbage information.

If he remembered correctly, at the time when he took over Irene’s treatment, he had always seen a young girl of nineteen years old, and on the day Irene gave up on life too, he had seen that same girl, crying that day and was continuously calling her mother, so that alone was enough to tell him that she was Irene’s daughter.

However, why was there no information regarding the girl on the internet? Why has he never heard Mr. Adolpho speak about the girl? He always talked about his two daughters but never spoke of that one. It was as though she was invisible to him.

“Hmmm…” Mr. Fernanando’s eyes narrowed into a thin line, and he immediately grabbed his car key from the table, then rushed out of his office, shutting the door and locking it afterward.

He strolled out of the hospital hurriedly and unlocked his Camry car. He got in, shut the door, and turned the key to the ignition point. The engine came on and he immediately drove out of the hospital compound and onto the road.

He increased the speed of the car and arrived at the Adolpho mansion in no time.

“Excuse me, sir, who are you?” One of the security guards stationed at the gate inquired, and Mr. Fernando cast a glance at them. “A friend of your master.” He said this to them, and the security proceeded to ask for his name. “Dr. Fernando.” He replied in a bit of an annoyed tone, and they had him in wait while they proceeded to contact Mr. Adolpho’s personal bodyguard, who knew almost everything concerning Mr. Adolpho.

A few seconds passed before the security guard nodded at the other security guards and they moved to pull the gate open for him. Mr. Fernando drove into the compound and drove around the water fountain to park the car in the parking lot.

He stepped down from the car and shut the door, locking it afterward. Without glancing at the bodyguards, he began to walk into the mansion, and the moment he stepped into the vast living room, his eyes fell on a young girl with blonde hair seated with her legs crossed and her attention fixed on the iPad in her hand.

“Hello.” He said to the young girl, who was no other than Amy, and Amy, who had just noticed him, took her AirPods off and turned her head to look at him. Her eyes blinked in confusion and her brows crinkled. “Who… are you?” She stood up from the couch as she asked, and Mr. Fernamdo smiled at her. “A friend of your father.” He replied, not in any way surprised that she didn’t know him.

“My father?” Her brow arched, and Mr. Fernando nodded at her. “Well, if you’re really a friend of my father and here for him, I’m sorry to let you know that he’s currently not around.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I already knew that.” He smiled at her and Amy, who felt very uncomfortable with him and his smile immediately grabbed her iPad from the mini table and rushed upstairs, into Jenny’s room.

Mr. Fernando arched his brow as he couldn’t understand what had just happened, and with a slight shrug of his shoulder, he made his way to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs.

A few minutes passed, and steady footsteps resounded, causing Mr. Fernando to turn his head and see none other than Mr. Adolpho walking in dominantly with no smile evident on his face.

Mr. Adolpho walked straight to the sofa opposite him and took his seat, then crossed his legs and arched his brow at him. “Why are you here?” He went straight to the point, and Mr. Fernando’s eyes fluttered.

“Um… well, there is something I need to talk about with you.”

“What is it?” He questioned, and Mr. Fernando cleared his throat. “It is regarding your wife.”

“My wife? Which of my wives?” Mr. Adolpho’s brows furrowed, and Mr. Fernando swallowed, then drew near to whisper to him, “Your wife, Irene. The one you asked me to-”

“What about her?” His face instantly dimmed, and he questioned with deadlines in his eyes.

“The… Well before I say what I want to say, please allow me to ask a question.” Mr. Fernando fixed his gaze on him with reluctance visible in his eyes.

“Go ahead.” Mr. Adolpho folded his arms and relaxed back on the couch, waiting for him to go on with his question.

“Your wife, did she have a daughter?” Mr. Fernando inquired, and Mr. Adolpho’s face obscured instantly. “What are you asking for?” He immediately asked in an unpleasant tone, and Mr. Fernando’s eyes fluttered in surprise and confusion. “Please give me an answer first. Does she have a daughter?”

Mr. Adolpho’s eyes narrowed into a thin line, and he slowly nodded his head. “Yes, she does.”

A quick breath fled Mr. Fernando’s nose, and he lowered his head and began to fiddle with his hands in deep contemplation.

Mr. Adolpho’s eyes dwindled dangerously, and he glanced at his personal guard standing beside him before turning to look at Mr. Fernando. “Did something happen?” He questioned Mr. Fernando, who was in deep thought, startling him out of his thoughts.

Mr. Fernando’s eyes flickered vigorously and he swallowed nervously. “N-no, no-nothing is wrong.”