Unemployed Family? Hidden Tycoons Dote On Her novel Chapter 678

Matthew gave a casual shrug. "I had my suspicions before, and I just recently confirmed it, but I don't have any solid evidence."

"Without any proof, how could you be so sure?" Alfred frowned, looking utterly confused.

"Once I was positive it was her, I didn't bother to dig any deeper," Matthew replied. "She wanted to keep it under wraps, and I didn't see any point in blowing her cover."

As long as he was in the know, that was enough for him. The rest was up to her.

Arabella's eyes narrowed just a bit. For some odd reason, after hearing what Matthew had to say, her heart skipped a beat.

"Arabella, so you're gonna help Naomi out," Florence said, her expression a tad ambiguous.

"Sure thing." Arabella nodded.

Florence gave Arabella's hand a gentle, meaningful squeeze and nodded firmly. "That's the spirit."

Arabella flashed a smile. "Mom, we're family. I can't just sit back and watch everyone stress out."

Even if it wasn't for Naomi's sake, she still had to think about the others.

Learning that Arabella was actually Tylin left Naomi in a daze for quite a while before she finally snapped out of it.

"Arabella, seriously!" She was a designer herself, and not just any run-of-the-mill one. She was the renowned Tylin.

Arabella glanced over at Naomi. "Give me the files for the design project. I'll take care of the design part. You spend the next few days working with Alfred to make sure we nail Logan."

Naomi gently bit her lip, then nodded with determination. "Okay."

"Then it's settled," Arabella said. "It's getting late. How about we all head home?"

"Alright, let's go home then." Florence turned to Matthew. "Matthew, if you're free, come on over to Cloudrise Manor. I'll have the cook whip up a nice dinner."

"Sure, thanks, Mrs. Hamilton," Matthew replied.

The group stepped out of Cloudy Design. But as soon as they hit the street, everyone's faces looked gloomy, and the mood was just as dark.

It wasn't until they got back to Cloudrise Manor that the tense atmosphere finally started to ease up.

"Listen up. Be extra careful coming and going for the next few days. That guy might send some goons to keep an eye on us—especially you, Naomi," Alfred warned.

"I get it. I'll watch my back," Naomi said. She seemed to have reverted to her old self—polite and proper.

"You all just relax. I'll go have a word with the cook and get a great dinner going," Florence said, then made her way off.

"Frank, let's go over some stuff again," Alfred said, hoping Frank could help come up with a better game plan.

Frank replied, "Let's head to the study."

In the living room, before long, only Arabella, Naomi, Ethan, and Matthew were left.

The atmosphere suddenly turned kind of awkward, for no apparent reason.

"Mr. Stewart, tell us, how'd you figure out Arabella was Tylin?" Ethan tried to break the ice.

"A bunch of things just didn't add up, but you guys didn't notice or maybe you just never thought anything of it," Matthew said.

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