“You…”
Lena sat quietly, absentmindedly twirling a fork in her hand, and then she chuckled.
"You want to discuss the email incident, don't you?" Chris inquired. "I'm aware of the nasty rumors circulating within the Thompson Group, but Zuko has identified the culprit. Those rumors will naturally die down.
"Lena, I don't see you as the type to manipulate others for personal gain, especially by cozying up to the wealthy. So, I believe there's nothing improper happening between you and the director."
"That's what I wanted to discuss." Her voice was gentle. "There's actually something between... us."
"What?"
"Chris…" She emphasized, "He's my father."
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After dinner, Chris left the condo and headed to the beach alone.
The autumn sea breeze carried a distinct chill, and the bright moon above resembled a teardrop from the sky.
His thoughts were in turmoil, and he sought the brisk sea breeze to find solace.
He still couldn't fathom what Lena had revealed.
"My mother was Krystal Harding, and she had connections to the underworld. Her reputation wasn't exactly spotless, and Nicholas Thompson is my father.
"Lina ended up on that ship, falling into my mother's hands. In return for a favor, my mother saved Lina and gave her the gun for protection.
"I recognized that gun when I first saw Lina.
"So... you can understand why I care for her so deeply now, right? You even questioned my sexual orientation. Ha... It's not like that. She's my sister, and Nicholas is my father. They're my only family in the world!"
Chris gripped the beach railing, his head lowered as he took a deep breath.
He had read her diary.
He had glimpsed that thick, enigmatic book a few times at the Thompsons', but Lena was meticulous. She never left her diary unattended—it was always with her. Thus, he had only seen its cover by chance.
The diary contained Krystal's writings, filled with admiration and adoration for Nicholas. She described his heroic deeds.
Lena's entries followed Krystal's.
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