Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me novel Chapter 1134

Chapter 1134 Turlen

As her nails dug into her palm, Arielle asked anxiously, “Could you tell me about his identity?”

After heaving a sigh, Rasmus said, “Since he wanted to keep it a secret, I shouldn’t be the one to reveal it. However, as it is related to your mother’s death, I can’t keep it to myself any longer.”

She then took a deep breath and prepared to listen attentively.

The president glanced out the window, seemingly lost in the memories of his past.

“His name is Dylan, but I’m not sure if that’s his real name. After his disappearance, the police informed us that the biodata he provided to the university was mostly made up. We paid a visit to his parents and discovered they weren’t actually his parents. The couple didn’t even have a son.”

Dylan, Arielle muttered inwardly and took note of the name.

Rasmus continued, “Back then, the university had high hopes for him. We didn’t mind, even after finding out he had faked his identity. I was his supervisor at that time. As the police failed to find him, I went to his dorm and discovered something that gave me a clue about his identity.”

While she bit her lip nervously, he revealed, “I found a few letters in his drawer. Out of concern for his safety, I decided to read his letters. However, the letters were written in a script that I’ve never set my eyes upon.”

Vinson knitted his brows. “A script that you’ve never set your eyes upon?”

Rasmus was a linguist who had dabbled in a variety of languages, from the earliest form of writing to minority languages. It was practically impossible for him to run into one he had not seen before.

While handing the letters to her, he said, “Till this day, we know little about the language, so the exact contents of the letters remain a mystery. However, we managed to decipher one letter from Dylan’s mother. She wanted him to return to the country and marry a lady of high status. The other letter was something similar to a pass.”

Arielle read the letters. Unsurprisingly, she did not understand a single word.

Vinson chimed in, “The writing resembles the Sylvonican language, but none of the words made sense. Mr. Lambert, can we borrow the letters?”

Rasmus nodded in agreement.

“You can take them with you. I’ve made a lot of copies to study the language, so I have no use for the originals.”