Irresistible Boss Succumbing to Your Touch (Maria Anita) novel Chapter 555

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Rita’s POV

I was having very bad days, and I still had not figured out how to get money from Orlando. The maid rushed into the living room, panting and gesturing like a madwoman.

"Oh, Rita, there are three men at the door. Three, Rita! One wants to speak with young Julian, says he's a court officer, and the other two, who look quite shady if you ask me, want to speak with you, say Calvin sent them." This woman talked way too loud.

"Why would a court officer be looking for me, Cida?" Julian was entering the living room and overheard.

"I don't know, he said he would only speak with you, sir." The maid replied.

"Ah, just let them all in at once." I responded, irritated by all the chatter.

The maid went back to the door and told the three men to enter, and soon they were standing before me in the living room.

"What do you want, officer?" I did not know this officer, but I could tell it was him by his clothes and the absence of a hat.

"Mr. Julian Menezes Blanco?" The officer asked directly to my son.

"That's me, why?" Julian replied.

"Sign here, please." The officer handed him a paper and a pen. "Your father is questioning paternity, so you must appear at these two laboratories for DNA testing."

"What did you say?" Julian looked at me. "Mom, that old man has completely lost it. But I'm going to beat him up..."

"SHUT UP, JULIAN!" I yelled at the idiot who was talking nonsense in front of the officer. Then, I took the opportunity to ask. "And what if he doesn't go?"

"Look, ma'am, believe me, it's better if he does." The officer left without further explanation.

"Mom..." The complaining was about to start.

"Quiet, Julian! Sit there and let me deal with these two, I'll talk to you later." I ordered, and he sat down. "You two, did Calvin explain what you're going to do?"

"Yes, ma'am." The taller one answered. They were two strong men with unfriendly faces. "He sent us to get a photo of the girl from you and the addresses."

I already knew they would come and had everything ready. I handed them the photo and the addresses.

"When are you going?" I asked.

"Today. We'll deliver the girl to you by tomorrow." The man confirmed, and I smiled; at least this would work out.

I sent the two men away and looked at Julian. I would need to have this conversation with my son, a conversation I never thought would be necessary.

"Julian, Orlando is not your father. And he found out, I just don't know how," I said simply and directly - that's how I was, and there was no point in trying to sugar-coat the situation.

"I always suspected it!" Julian surprised me. "I never liked that old man, I can't stand that annoying Cam. To be honest, I don't even like Manuela. I knew I couldn't be from that family. Who's my father then?"

"Look, Julian, it's in our best interest that you care, or at least pretend to care. Let me see which laboratories you're going to do the tests at." I took the paper from his hands. "Damn! Two major laboratories, and that stupid Gisele got arrested, I won't be able to fix this."

"Oh mom, I don't even want you to fix it. It's a relief not to be part of that family. Now tell me, who's my father?" Julian insisted; he wouldn't give me peace.

"Your father is Calvin," I said at once, the only thing I could say.

"What?" Julian looked at me with a huge smile on his face. "I can't believe you hid this from me for so long. I think Calvin is awesome, and he's my father! Oh, this is wonderful!"

"It's not so wonderful, kid. Calvin never believed you were his son," I explained.

"I wouldn't believe you either, mom," Julian looked at me smugly. "But now it's going to be different because he knows me, and we're going to do the DNA test, and I'll have his name. His name and his money, because he is a good father, gives his child a good life. Oh, how wonderful! Finally something good." Julian was rubbing his hands together and walking around the room, making me dizzy.

I looked at Julian, regretting opening my mouth; he had no idea who Calvin was and what he would go through. But I didn't have time for this now; I had to prepare to receive my little daughter at home.

"Rita! Hey, Rita!" And there came the maid shouting again, but would I ever have peace?