Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149

Two weeks had passed since my family had moved into the mansion, and the place felt completely different. It was amazing how my parents and siblings had turned those vast, echoing halls into something that actually felt like home.

My father had become Joseph’s best friend, spending hours together in the vineyards discussing cultivation techniques and carefully monitoring the production of the organic wines. It was touching to see two men from different generations bonding over the same passion-Joseph finally had someone who truly understood his love for the land.

My mother, meanwhile, was radiant in a way I hadn’t seen in years. Free from financial worries and the constant demands of running a household, she now spent her days reading in the gardens, taking long walks with Annabelle, and even learning about wine from Joseph. It was as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

Annabelle and Matthew were undergoing intensive training with Kensington’s team in Verdania. For now, they would stay here until the baby was born-a decision that had brought our parents immense relief. Marcus had already left for Ascia the previous week, leaving behind a noticeable absence, especially for Annie, though she tried hard to hide it.

Joseph, for his part, had finally begun taking his medical treatments seriously again. After our conversation about the baby blanket, he had agreed to schedule his heart surgery for two months from now. The doctors were optimistic, but we all knew it would be a fragile time.

As for me, I was officially twenty weeks pregnant-five months-and my belly was finally starting to show more clearly. The baby had started moving a few weeks earlier, tiny kicks that made me smile no matter the time of day.

That morning, I walked into Christian’s office practically buzzing with excitement, clutching a folder that held some of the most important information we’d gathered so far.

“Christian,” I called out, barely able to contain myself.

He looked up from the papers he was reviewing, a smile automatically forming as he saw the expression on my face.

“Judging by that look, I’m guessing you have good news,” he said, leaning back in his chair.

“Better than good,” I replied, stepping up to the desk. “I’ve been keeping in touch with Edward, feeding him false information so he still thinks I’m his informant. And I managed to get him to confess a few very interesting things.

I set the folder on his desk and opened it, revealing a series of printed emails and documents organized chronologically.

“What’s this?” Christian asked, leaning forward to take a closer look.

“Edward finally admitted something crucial,” I explained, pointing to one of the emails. “They didn’t have enough time to grow and harvest real organic grapes for the wine line they copied from Kensington.”

Christian frowned, picking up the email to read it more carefully.

“What do you mean?”

“Their ‘TerraVine’ line isn’t organic at all,” I said, feeling the thrill of the revelation all over again. “They used synthetic fertilizers to artificially speed up soil productivity-and bought fake documents to get their organic certification.”

Christian stopped everything he was doing, looking at me with full intensity.

“Zoey, what you are telling me is extremely serious. This is not just unfair competition, it is commercial fraud.”

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