Chapter 612 More Children to Come
Elias took Ashley to an international well–known baby and maternity store. He asked her to sit down while he went to select several items and brought
them to her.
Elias had an eye for fashion, but somehow, every outfit he picked out for the baby looked awful.
Ashley was unable to stand it any longer, so she stood up to help him with his selection.
To outsiders, they looked like a loving couple picking out clothes for their soon–to–arrive child. A perfect, happy family of three. However, Beathan, who watched from a distance, was far from pleased.
He made a phone call.
“Prepare for tomorrow’s court session,” Beathan said.
The person on the other end replied, “Understood.”
After hanging up, Beathan turned and walked away. “It’s okay, Ashley. We will have more children. Our children.”
The news spread swiftly to Baliz.
Jodie hung up the phone with a frown. After thinking for a moment, she headed to the backyard.
Wesley had officially assigned her to Emelie. Meanwhile, the latter was practicing archery in the backyard.
Jodie opened the door just as a crossbow bolt shot past her. It hit the red center of the target with a thud.
Emelie, who was dressed in full protective gear, was seen standing straight with her eyes focused ahead. Her instructor praised her progress in Asteshese, but she felt indifferent.
She was now handling the bow with ease compared to her initial fear when she first started learning it.
Emelie handed the crossbow to a servant and looked at Jodie. “What’s wrong?”
Jodie reported the latest news she had just received.
Emelie frowned in confusion. “Beathan is in contact with someone whose last name is Ellis, you say?”
“Yes. The surveillance team found this behavior unusual and reported it,” Jodie said.
Emelie asked while removing the strap on her gloves, “Is there anything special about this Mr. Ellis?”
“Not that we’ve discovered so far,” Jodie reported.
Emelie thought of a possibility. “Could this be related to the Xander Group?”
“We’re not sure yet. The team is investigating and will provide an update tonight. Please hold on, Ms. Hoven.” Jodie reassured Emelie.
A servant arrived with a tray of clean, warm towels. Emelie took one and wiped her hands. She recalled Beathan’s eyes, which were hidden among the reeds in the wild field back then.
“I’ve only met Beathan once, during the Weston event when Elena and I reconciled. Charles hosted the dinner. Beathan was there, but we didn’t speak much. I don’t know him well,” Emelie said.
All she knew was that Beathan was Ashley’s ex–boyfriend as well as William’s friend.
At the time, she assumed they were just casual acquaintances. Later, she learned Beathan was a Collins, the family responsible for the downfall of the Pierce family.
Jodie didn’t know much either. “Beathan is a lawyer.”
Emelie said, “The people who know Beathan the best are those who watch him daily. If they say there’s a problem, there must be. Gather Mr. Ellis‘ information and bring it to me.”
“Understood,” Jodie said.
The Filo family had extensive connections. They compiled Roman’s background and sent it to the estate in Baliz within six hours of discovering his contact with Beathan.
It was late at night in Baliz. However, knowing that Emelie was concerned about the matter, the person delivering the documents knocked on her door. Emelie had just finished bathing. She expected it to be Jodie, so she opened the door.
To her surprise, Wesley stood there. He stared at her in her nightgown dampened by her wet hair.
Emelie was stunned. She hadn’t expected to see him at this time. “Wesley, when did you arrive?”
Wesley had recently returned to Mercianna, but she didn’t know he was now in Baliz.
Wesley still had the dusty, rugged air from his travels, but his voice held a warm, gentle tone. “I came to Baliz on business and decided to drop by and see you.”
Chapter 612 More Children to Come
He gestured to the file in his hand. “Jodie was on her way to deliver Roman’s files to you. I decided to bring them myself.”
His mention of dropping by and delivering it himself was casual. This easy–going manner was typical of Wesley. Or rather, of Cronus.
