The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 220

She handed the car keys to Noah and forwarded him the location Simon had sent.

The company was in the core area of Heron Bay Downtown.

Skyline Center.

The car stopped at the building's entrance. Clara looked up.

"So tall?"

"The view from the top floor is nice. You can see the entire Heron Bay Harbor." Noah unbuckled his seatbelt. "Let's go. I'll walk you up."

"No need, aren't you going to buy coffee?"

Noah had already gotten out and walked around to open her door. "I want to drink the coffee from inside this building. I heard it tastes different."

Clara was like, "What?"

Did this kind of office building have a cafe open to the public on the upper floors?

Walking into the lobby, Clara explained her identity and purpose to the receptionist, who led them to the elevator for a direct ride to the top floor.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, she saw Simon pacing back and forth in front of the conference room door, hands on his hips.

Seeing Clara and Noah, his eyes lit up.

"Oh, my ancestors, you're finally here!" Simon grabbed Clara's arm. "My heart rate was pushing one-twenty just now."

Clara comforted him. "Your stats are so good. Maybe they just want to give you more resources?"

Simon shook his head. "He wants to see me as soon as he gets back. Who knows? Maybe he saw the other little influencers failing and is here to blame me. If he pulls the funding, I'll be sleeping on the streets."

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Noah behind her and asked in confusion, "Why are you here too?"

Noah looked calm. "Passing by. Here to mooch some water."

Simon: "You think this is the convenience store downstairs? Mooching water?"

Just then, the heavy doors were pushed open from the inside.

A professionally dressed executive assistant walked out and spoke politely to Simon. "Mr. Walker, the Chairman invites you in."

The two exchanged a glance. Simon put on his best 'top model and anchor' posture, puffed out his chest, and walked in.

Clara followed close behind.

A middle-aged man in his fifties was standing with his back to the door, looking out the window at the seascape.

Hearing footsteps, the man slowly turned around.

He had a refined appearance but sharp eyes.

Simon instantly deflated.

"Are these the friends you mentioned?"

Winston sized up Clara, taking a deliberate look at her baby bump.

"Don't just stand there, sit." He pointed to the sofa. "Since you are Noah's friends, you aren't outsiders."

Simon finally found his tongue.

He trembled as he leaned toward Noah. "Mr. Carter, you eating in the cafeteria at Brighton Hospital everyday... that was all fake, right? You're too..."

Too good at pretending.

Who could have guessed?

The pediatrician who worked shifts every day, drove a Volkswagen, and got besieged by angry parents was actually President Turner's nephew?

This wasn't just "some connections."

Clara also looked at Noah.

He was looking down, getting some tea for Winston. His side profile was as calm and gentle as ever, no different from the person who had watched the moon with her on the terrace.

Noah looked up, meeting Clara's gaze, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"Clara, officially welcome to Heron Bay."