This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr novel Chapter 708

Chapter 708 Treasure in the Box

“I’ll go with you after we have breakfast.” Toby pushed his hair back as he spoke. Sonia didn’t have an issue with that, so she nodded in agreement with his words. They got out of bed and washed up before they left the room. Sonia had been about to prepare some food in the kitchen when she heard the doorbell ringing in the living room.

“Someone’s here, Toby,” Sonia told the man, who was bent low in front of the coffee table making them some hot coffee. Once he poured the drinks, he responded to Sonia. “Tom’s here with breakfast, I think.”

“Did you tell him to buy breakfast?” Sonia asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Yes, I texted him after I woke up,” Toby replied as he walked toward the foyer to open the door. Indeed, it was Tom who was standing outside. “Come in.” Toby kept the door open for Tom before he led Tom into the living room.

Tom entered with lunch boxes that consisted of their food, and he gave Sonia a polite nod when he saw her sitting on the couch and sipping on coffee. “Good morning, Miss Reed.”

“Good morning, Tom,” Sonia responded with a smile. Tom placed their breakfast on the dining table and set up the table as he spoke. “By the way, President Fuller, I asked some of the staff earlier. Apparently, both Paradigm Co. and Fuller Group’s front entrances are surrounded by reporters.”

“I got it.” Toby’s expression remained calm upon hearing Tom’s statement, seemingly not bothered by the fact that reporters were crowding the office. He wasn’t the only one—even Sonia didn’t show much of a response. She continued sipping on her coffee calmly. This wasn’t the first time she trended on the Internet—she was more of a hot topic than some celebrities were. Every time she became a trending topic, the reporters would immediately show up at her workplace, so she wasn’t surprised to hear that they were camping outside Paradigm Co. today. She was used to it, after all.

Tom scratched the tip of his nose awkwardly when he saw how calm both of them were. Woah. They’re so calm. I’m just the one bringing the message to them, yet I feel more nervous than them. Tom shrugged and quietly set up the rest of the table after that.

Soon enough, breakfast was ready, and Tom turned to look at the couple sitting by the coffee table. “It’s time for breakfast, Miss Reed and President Fuller.”

“Come on.” Toby lowered his coffee cup and pulled Sonia over to the dining table. By the time they were done with breakfast, it was almost 8.30AM. They had slightly less than 2 hours until the press conference, so it was just right for them to collect the videos at the bank before returning to Paradigm Co.

While they were on the way to the bank, Toby recalled something and he turned his head sideways to look at the woman who was typing away on her phone. “Hey, darling.”

“Yes?” Sonia looked up when she heard him calling. “What is it?”

“You mentioned that you have the videos stored in the bank’s safety deposit box and that these videos will prove Jessica and Sandra bullied you, but you didn’t say anything about your adoption letter. If you don’t have the document, how are you going to tell others that Henry and his wife adopted you?” Toby frowned with a rather serious look on his face. She might not know that she’s Titus’ daughter, but I do. Henry stole her from Titus; he didn’t adopt her from an orphanage, so I’m sure she doesn’t have any adoption documentation. Back then, Lina must have been dumbfounded when she lost her real child, so Henry might have wanted to keep Sonia around to comfort his wife. He probably used Sonia as a replacement for their dead child. If Sonia took over the role of their dead child just like that, then I don’t think they obtained any letter of adoption for her. It’s been more than 20 years, yet no one apart from the Lanes know that Henry’s daughter is actually dead and that Sonia isn’t Henry’s biological daughter. The public has never even heard of Henry adopting a child, so it’s not likely that Sonia will have any adoption documents.