The Billionaire Heir Fell for the Wrong Girl (Hathaway Whitmore) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138

“Ms. Whitmore. I’ve checked, and it turns out that Ryder never went to any orphanage And it seems like he’s caught on that we’re looking into him,” the assistant reported.

Ryder’s got crazy good instincts. As soon as we make a move, he disappears without a trace

Hathaway frowned slightly. “Keep watching him. Sooner or later, he’ll slip up. Also, track down his girlfriend from the orphanage. Snap a clear pic and send it to me.”

A few days later, while Hathaway was working, her assistant quickly sent over the photo,

Hathaway forwarded it to Evelyn without a second thought.

Evelyn shot back almost instantly, her impatience obvious. [Seriously? He already told me that’s his sister.]

Looks like Ryder is way tougher to handle than I thought, Hathaway mused. ‘His lies are practically flawless

Hathaway didn’t say anything more. Instead, she called her assistant again, asking them to track down the contact number Ryder had left behind when he worked as a waiter at the café.

But the call didn’t go through.

That afternoon, Hathaway hurried home from the office. She grabbed some cleaning supplies and headed over to Zachary’s place with Mary to tidy up.

Zachary was coming back tomorrow.

As they pulled into the neighborhood following the GPS, Hathaway was a little surprised.

It was a luxury riverside community, every inch worth a fortune, with tight security and meticulously maintained gardens.

Inside, the place was spacious and bright, with an elegant layout. Every detail screamed understated luxury, and it honestly felt like no one had ever lived there.

Hathaway walked over to the floor–to–ceiling windows in the living room, gazing out at the river view. She murmured, “My cousin is loaded, and he’s got great taste.”

One glance was enough to tell that this cousin she’d never met before came from serious money

Mary chuckled, bending down to grab her cleaning tools. “Since when did he become your cousin?”

Hathaway turned around, smiling against the light. “If I ever marry Zachary, I’d want to get a place here, ha This neighborhood is really nice”

Mary pofled at a tag and teased, “So, have you already planned how many kids you want?”

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Hathaway nodded. “I’ve picked out a name for our kid, Chubby”

“What a weird name, Mary said.

Hathaway’s smile faltered for a moment.

She remembered that in her previous life, Jeremiah had said exactly that.

She deliberately picked that ridiculous name to get him to pay attention to her.

“Let’s name our kid Chubby, she’d said.

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Jeremiah, who usually wouldn’t spare her a glance, finally couldn’t help but shoot her a cold look. “Even if it’s not my kid, I’ve got to say who names their kid Chubby? What? You want him to roll away or something?

Instead of getting upset, she felt like she’d won the lottery. She threw her arms around his neck, bearing. Jeremiah, you’re finally talking to me!”

Maybe she’d gone too far; even using an unborn child to get a bit of his attention. God couldn’t bear to watch. and in the end, that child was lost.

It was a boy.

The suffocating darkness from her past life came crashing down on her, and Hathaway’s face went very pale She reached out to steady herself against the table.

Chubby, this time, I promise you’ll have a good dad, Hathaway told herself.

Mary didn’t notice how pale Hathaway looked. She handed her a pair of gloves. “Don’t overthink it. Let’s finish cleaning and get home.”

Hathaway pushed down the emotions swirling in her eyes, slipped on the smallest gloves, and carefully wiped down the surfaces with a damp rag

She’d thought about hiring a cleaner, but worried an outsider might be rough and accidentally damage something in the house.

After all, the man was only Zachary’s cousin: they were merely relatives, so they naturally handled everything

here with extra care.

Mary unpacked the men’s four–piece set she’d prepared and tossed it straight into the washing machine. By the time the wash and dry cycles were done, over an hour had passed.

By the time Hathaway finished wiping down the furniture, a thin layer of sweat had formed on her forehead.

As they bent over to make the bed together, Mary warched Hathaway’s careful moverents and couldn’t help but ease. “Hathaway, you’re so attentive to Mr. Sutton,

“I’s almost like watching vau chase after Mr. Blackwood back in the day.”

Hathaway’s checks flushed, and she said helplessly, Mary, stop teasing the

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“This time. I’m rooting for you to succeed. Mary said.

Once they finished up and left the neighborhood. Hathaway pulled out her phone and sent Zachary a message, letting him know the place was all cleaned up.

It didn’t take long for Zachary to reply. [Appreciate it. Dinner’s on me tomorrow. No need to come to the airport. Let’s meet at Starcourt Hotel.]

The hotel was pretty close to the airport.

“That actually sounded pretty good, Hathaway thought to herself.

Zachary would be getting off a flight after more than ten hours, and if he hated airplane food, he’d be starving. So, grabbing dinner at the hotel made perfect sense.

Plus, she wanted to look her best. It would be terrible if someone stepped on her heels at the airport and ruined her dress.

With all that in mind, Hathaway was totally on board.

The next day, it was dinner time at six.

Everyone was about to dig in when Sylvia called upstairs to her daughter, who was still getting ready. “Are you really not having dinner?”

Hathaway’s voice floated down. “I’m saving my appetite for the feast later.”

“Don’t worry about her.” Avery said.

He helped Celeste to her seat and started eating

By the time they were almost done eating, Hathaway came down the stairs, her dress fluttering as she bounced with excitement.

She twirled happily in front of everyone, her skirt swirling around her.

Celeste couldn’t help but sigh. “Hathaway, you look beautiful!”

Sylvia smiled and nodded in agreement.

Hathaway wore a cream–colored satin Dior dress with matching heels.

Her long hair fell softly over her shoulders, with a fishtail braid on one side. The beaid’s tail rested on her left shoulder, swaying as she moved.

A pearl hairpin pinned at the top sparkled us the light making her look both soft and classy

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