Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

Tina finished the soft-boiled egg on her plate.

After listening to Mrs. Smith, she understood.

Isaac, Gavin, and their two younger brothers, Brandon and Jack, along with Scarlett, comprised the entire Brookes family.

But who had the power to manipulate the paternity test results?

Among them, who wouldn’t want to be recognized as part of the Brookes family?

And then there was Angela…

Last night, Jayden had sent a message saying that the GTO lab in Ashbury had been blown up by someone named Angela.

It must have been Angela Brookes.

It seemed the depths of the Brookes family were not ordinary, and the matters needing investigation were not going to be resolved in a day or two.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Miss, take your time eating, I’ll go get busy,” Mrs. Smith said briefly after outlining the Brookes family situation, then she went about her own tasks.

She indeed wouldn’t say more.

Tina knew that Mrs. Smith, having been with the Brookes family for many years, understood what could and couldn’t be said.

At that moment, Jared’s phone rang; it was Stephanie.

“Jared, are you and Tina up yet?”

“We are, what’s up?” Jared asked.

Stephanie chuckled, “I’m inviting you guys to swim, my friend’s swimming pool just opened!”

Jared put the phone on speaker and asked Tina what she thought.

Tina nodded.

She was fine going anywhere.

“Great, send me the address,” Jared said, seeing Tina’s agreement.

“Mmm, I’ll send it right now, see you later then!” Stephanie excitedly ended the call.

Jared’s expression, however, was not as light as before, subtly shadowed by a chill.

Tina moved the soft-boiled egg covered in ketchup from his plate to hers, “Uncle, what are you thinking about?”

“I was wondering why you took my soft-boiled egg,” Jared teased, playfully flicking Tina’s nose, his eyes full of indulgence, and the earlier gloom instantly vanished.

Tina quickly finished the egg, “It’s quality protein, and we’re going swimming soon. Can’t waste energy.”

Jared nodded, fully approving, “Indeed, that is quite an energy-consuming activity.”

They shared a smile, understanding each other without words.

An hour later, Jared and Tina arrived in front of the swimming pool.

Stephanie was waiting alone at the entrance, greeting them warmly, “Jared, Tina.”

As soon as she arrived, Stephanie squeezed between Tina and Jared, affectionately linking arms with Tina, “Tina, I’m so glad you’re here, I didn’t properly introduce myself yesterday. I’m Stephanie, nice to meet you.”

Tina looked at the enthusiastic Stephanie, her face only showing a faint smile, “Hello, I’m Tina.”

“I know, my aunt told me all about you, that you’re not only perfumer Q but also Evan Sanders. I was so surprised, I kept asking for your number, but my aunt wouldn’t give it to me, she said when we meet I should ask you myself.”

Stephanie looked at Tina with admiration, her eyes almost shining.

Unfortunately, she was facing Tina.

The Tina who could see right through people.

“Okay,” Tina maintained her shallow smile.

The group entered the swimming hall, and Stephanie and Tina headed to the ladies’ changing room, while Jared changed and went to wait by the pool.

Though the swimming hall had just opened, it was already quite crowded; in the children’s pool area, there were in-house instructors teaching swimming.

Jared held a VIP swimming card, which came with an exclusive resting seat and a table filled with various fruits and snacks.

The VIP swimming area was not separated from the regular one, merely divided by a pool wall to prevent the general public from crossing over. Yet, everyone could still see each other. After all, even VIPs seek lively atmospheres; private, secluded swimming pools were available in another building.

Jared waited on the left and right but still saw no sign of Tina and Stephanie. He was in no rush, calmly waiting with a juice in hand. Suddenly, a whistle sounded from the pool, and gasps of astonishment erupted intermittently from the crowd. A stunningly voluptuous woman emerged from the women’s changing room. She wore a white bikini covered partially with a sheer veil, delicately concealing her fair, alluring skin. Her black hair was meticulously tied up, exposing her graceful, swan-like neck. Her long, pale legs shimmered as she walked past, her delicate feet imprinting the ground with each step. The moment she appeared, she captured the attention of everyone present. Even the children waiting to swim couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wow, she’s really beautiful.”

Jared, however, remained engrossed in his phone, focused solely on the person in his chat background-his own goddess. As the crowd watched, the woman took graceful steps toward the VIP seats and sat next to Jared. Both men and women’s hearts shattered at that moment. Indeed, goddesses belong to gods. Alas, ordinary people stood no chance.

Hearing someone sit beside him, Jared finally looked up. He frowned slightly, his voice cool, “This seat is taken.”

The woman, surprised, looked at Jared with tender, slightly pleading eyes. “Mr. Farrell, don’t you remember me? I’m Grace, Stephanie’s best friend. You met me when you came to pick up Stephanie at the design institute.”

Jared studied her for a long time, unable to recall ever meeting her. However, he was familiar with the name Grace-the heiress of the Hancock family and the woman Grandma Lyon insisted he marry. She was also the owner of this swimming complex.

Jared averted his gaze, his demeanor detached, “I don’t remember you.”

Grace bit her lower lip slightly, her head bowed in a pitiful manner. “Mr. Farrell, it’s okay if you don’t remember me. We can get to know each other again. My name is Grace.”

Jared glanced at the hand Grace extended toward him and then looked up, “You have lipstick on your teeth.”

A burst of laughter echoed from nearby. No one expected Jared to be so blunt. Even if he had to point it out, he could have done so more discreetly-no need to embarrass the lady publicly. What’s more surprising was that Grace wore makeup to swim. Even the best waterproof makeup wouldn’t stand a chance in the water.

Grace, embarrassed, quickly grabbed a mirror to check. There was no trace of lipstick; Jared had clearly made it up. She set down the mirror, looking up at him with a forced smile. “Mr. Farrell, why make such a joke?”

Jared looked at her emotionlessly, “You saw wrong because your mouth is too big.”

The laughter intensified, and the onlookers couldn’t bear it anymore. They moved to swim, knowing well that if they stayed, they would end up laughing themselves out.