Over the years, had the child ever asked about his existence?
Lost in thought, he unconsciously drove back to Nameless Manor.
"Master, you're finally back!" Deon Myers hurried out of the house as soon as he saw him return.
"Is something wrong?" Noah Reyes asked coldly as he got out of the car.
Deon shook his head. He was simply habitually concerned about his master.
Once inside, Noah Reyes casually sat down on the sofa and remained silent. His gaze fell on the coffee table where a laptop lay—Deon had probably just been working there. Casually, he glanced at Deon's computer.
Huh?
It wasn't long before his expression suddenly turned stern.
A shiver went through Deon, and he asked, his voice tinged with fear and anxiety, "Master, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" That was his work laptop, after all.
"Is she Julia Bluen?" Noah Reyes pointed at the laptop screen, his voice dark and accusing.
