Pondering Violeta’s words, Lucinda mulled over the situation.


    “I can’t shake this feeling.


    There’s something off about N.


    Her repeated mentions of wanting to be part of Graham and your family raise suspicions about her true intentions.


    ”


    Violeta was taken aback by Lucinda’s spection.


    Indeed, her words did strike a chord of truth.


    Continuing from the other end of the line, Lucinda pressed on, “Since she’s targeting me, go along with her n.


    Please help me convince Graham as soon as possible, Violeta.


    ”


    “Alright, I’ll do everything I can.


    You can count on me,” Violeta assured her.


    “Also, if you can, discreetly gather a sample of N’s hair.


    Even though my parents are no longer with us, we could conduct a paternity test using the hair,” Lucinda added, her voice determined.


    No matter how cunning N was, the truth woulde out once they had the DNA test results.


    “Okay, understood,” Violeta replied sinctly.


    After ending the call, Lucinda climbed into her car and drove back to Simmons Group.


    At longst, N seemed poised to make her move.


    Lucinda had fretted over N’s potential inaction, but it appeared she had overestimated the woman.


    Contemting the forting DNA test, she sent a message to Hilliard, inquiring about his situation with Jennifer.


    When he had a moment to spare, she might require his assistance back in Stastle.


    For the DNA test, she needed to find a reputable institute whose results would carry authority.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    Having been wrongfullybeled as an illegitimate child of the family in the past, Lucinda had learned from that experience.


    She harbored distrust toward hospitals and put her faith solely in Hilliard.


    *


    Meanwhile, at Turner Group, Forden…


    In the conference room, Jennifer was conducting a meeting.


    As the president’s secretary, Hilliard stood silently not far behind her.


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    Among the attendees were prominent figures in Forden, all major shareholders wielding considerable influence.


    Hilliard’s presencemanded respect.


    Many had either encountered him in person or seen his images stered across the media, especially in the medical industry, where he was a prominent figure.


    Thus, despite his role as Jennifer’s secretary, no one dared to challenge or disregard him.


    In his presence, the room fell silent, with all shareholders refraining from speaking for fear of upsetting him.


    Each individual sat rigidly in their seats, mindful of any potential missteps that might provoke Hilliard.


    Unaware of the impact he had on the others, Hilliard diligently recorded the meeting minutes in his notebook as per Jennifer’s instructi


    ons.


    Suddenly, the room was disrupted by the sound of a phone alert.


    Hilliard froze, realizing the alert wasing from his phone.


    Unustomed to attending meetings, he had forgotten to switch his phone to silent mode.


    Thankfully, the initial message alert didn’t lead to any major disruptions, and everyone, including Jennifer, carried on as if nothing had urred.


    But then…


    The messages kept pouring in, one after another, causing Hilliard’s phone to chime repeatedly.


    The alert tone persisted, ringing out six times in quick session.


    As the messages continued to flood in, it became impossible to ignore the disruption.


    The shareholder who had been speaking was forced to stop, ovee with embarrassment.


    The once bustling meeting room fell into an awkward silence.


    Hilliard felt a chill run down his spine.


    Clearly sensing the scrutiny of everyone in the meeting room, Hilliard kept his head lowered, enduring the embarrassment.


    Despite the difort, he couldn’t resist stealing a nce at Jennifer, hoping for some guidance on how to navigate the situation.


    But to his dismay, he found Jennifer staring at him with a serious expression.


    “Please switch your phone to vibration mode, Hilliard,” Jennifer instructed, her tone calm but firm, masking her underlying irritation.


    “Understood, Miss Turner.


    ”


    Extracting his phone from his pocket, Hilliard swiftly powered it off without checking the messages.


    Given his esteemed social status, no one in the meeting room dared to chastise Hilliard for his oversight.


    Nevertheless, Jennifer’s somber expression persisted until the meeting’s conclusion, indicating her displeasure with him.