Chapter 115: Chapter 115

Chapter 115 Who Is Their Father?

“Miss Clinton, I’ve altered the samples as per your request…”

Late at night, Mr. Walker’s call came through. Charlotte’s eyes flickered slightly. “Are you sure the test report has been delivered to Joe? He hasn’t grown suspicious?”

“Don’t worry. I’ve handled the whole process with utmost discretion. There’s no way it will be discovered,” Mr. Walker assured confidently.

Charlotte didn’t comment on it. Following the agreed plan, she sent a sum of cash to Mr. Walker through Frank and then destroyed the SIM cards used for their communication.

The next morning, as soon as Charlotte’s car drove out of the community, a Maybach suddenly rushed over from the opposite road and arrogantly stopped in front of her car.

With a sudden brake, Charlotte glared at Joe with lingering fear and anger. “Are you crazy?”

Joe got out of the car and stood outside her car door, looking down at her arrogantly. “Let’s talk.”

His aura was overwhelming, even when he stood expressionless, emanating an intimidating presence.

Charlotte gripped the steering wheel tightly and refused without much thought, “There’s nothing for us to talk about.”

“Is that so?” Joe’s heavy gaze rested on Charlotte’s face. “You should know I’ve never been one to compromise easily!”

The cars following Charlotte were trapped, their drivers blaring their horns in frustration.

Seeing that traffic was about to come to a standstill, with Joe unmoved by the situation, Charlotte gritted her teeth and flung open her car door.

She shot Joe an irritated look, “What exactly do you want?”

Joe opened the car door, and the driver of his car took the keys from Charlotte and stood quietly to the side.

Charlotte stepped out of her car and reluctantly got into the Maybach with no other choice.

Joe sat in the driver’s seat, driving expressionlessly, and Charlotte suddenly felt something peculiar. Since returning to the country, she had spent almost more time with Joe than she had the entire previous year. Why was that?

Joe drove the car up the mountain and handed Charlotte two paternity test reports. “The paternity test results for me and the two children are out. They are not my children.”

He looked at Charlotte with sharp eyes. “Who is their father then?”

Charlotte maintained her composure. “I’ve said from the beginning that they have nothing to do with you. It’s your disbelief that’s the issue.”

Joe neither confirmed nor denied, pressing further, “Who is their father?”

“If they’re not yours, then why would you care who their father is?” Charlotte sneered. “I don’t want to remind you repeatedly that we are divorced.”

Joe gazed at her intently, suddenly grabbing hold of Charlotte’s hand and reducing the space between them to a minimum.

This proximity made Charlotte uneasy; she instinctively tried to move back, but Joe closed in again oppressively. “Your life abroad these years seems quite eventful, but don’t forget how you provoked me in the beginning.”

The cold interior of the car pressed against her back, leaving Charlotte no room to retreat. She met Joe’s gaze squarely.

“The children’s father is David.”

Joe fixed his gaze on her. “Say that again.”

“The children’s father is David,” Charlotte said with conviction, apologizing to David in her heart.

Joe slowly released her hand.

He sneered and then grasped Charlotte’s chin, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Mia, is it because returning to the Clinton Family deluded you into thinking you can defy me? Don’t think that just because you’ve become the head of the Horizon Group or even the head of the Clinton family…”

Joe’s tone grew increasingly menacing. “What made you believe you could repeatedly toy with me?”