Chapter 210 A Taste of the Truth
“Soren wants to meet the boss.”
“…What kind of request is that?”
Eliza frowned.
Since when did male celebrities insist on meeting the client directly?
“Just say yes for now. It’s not a big deal. I’ll just send the VP in my place–same difference.”
“Got it.”
Eliza ended the call with her assistant.
By now, she had already returned to Nolan’s house.
He still wasn’t home.
She had tried calling him several times, but all her calls went unanswered.
Nolan wasn’t one for phones. Most of the time, he was just… unreachable.
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Texting and calling him was like tossing pebbles into a lake–you were lucky if anything rippled back.
Then, a message appeared on her screen:
“I’m at Friend Café near Claire University. I need to talk to you.”
The tone was unmistakable. It had to be Zayden.
No one else would message her like that.
Eliza considered ignoring it, but before she could lock her phone, another text came through:
“It’s important. I don’t have much time–just one hour.”
She stared at the message for a long moment.
She knew what kind of man Zayden was.
In her previous life, he had managed to rebuild Holt Corp from the ground up. He was never one to give up without a fight.
Now that Grace was gone, nothing was holding him back.
Going abroad, getting close to Tracy–it had to be part of his investigation into Grace’s death.
She thought of Henry, and of everything the Foster family had done.
And finally, she decided: she would see him.
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At Friend Café, Zayden had taken a seat in a corner–not hidden, but not too exposed either.
Eliza spotted him as soon as she walked in.
He had ordered milk tea, coffee, and a slice of chocolate cake–her favorite.
“Say what you need to say,” she said as she sat down across from him. “Didn’t you say it was important?”
“Thank you for coming.”
Zayden hadn’t expected her to show.
“I’m not here for you.”
Eliza’s tone was sharp. “Why did you go abroad? Why get close to Tracy? What are you trying to do?”
“I sent that message.”
Her hand froze on her cup.
That message–the one revealing she wasn’t the real daughter of the Rivers family–he sent it?
“I only knew you weren’t the Rivers daughter then. I didn’t know you were the Sue family’s heiress. I went abroad to find my own way out.”
He added, “But things over there were more complicated than I imagined. I think you should go see for yourself.”
“So that’s it?” Eliza narrowed her eyes. “You’re just here to play messenger for Tracy?”
She already knew Zayden was someone who would do anything to get what he wanted.
Coming here wasn’t for her–it was to impress Tracy.
“Zayden, I’m honestly disgusted.”
She stood to leave.
But then Zayden said, “Don’t you want to know about your parents?”
He remembered–when they were younger, Eliza used to say she just wanted her parents to care about
her.
Even just one–tenth as much as they cared about Naomi would’ve been enough.
He knew how deeply Eliza valued family.
If she had grown up as the Sue family’s daughter, maybe her life wouldn’t have been so hard.
Zayden stepped in front of her. “I will get justice for my mother. No one can stop me. But I don’t want you to regret anything. Mr. Goldbert… is a good man. And your mother… she was too.”
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And then he left.
Eliza was left standing alone in the café.
Good people?
She had never even seen them.
By the time she walked out, the sky had gone dark.
She turned a corner and slipped into a small bar.
It had just opened for the evening. Not many customers yet.
She took a quiet spot and ordered two drinks.
The owner came over enthusiastically. “Miss, we’ve got a drinking challenge going on right now–188 gets you a taste of all our specialty cocktails. Want to give it a try?”
The menu showed twelve colorful cocktails, each more dazzling than the last.
Eliza was in a bad mood.
She was torn. Should she go to the Sue family overseas?
She didn’t care about the title. She just wanted to see what her father looked like.
To find out the truth–was she really the product of an affair?
“Bring them all.”
“Uh, our policy is to serve them one by one. But I can bring you a few to start.”
“All of them. If I don’t finish, I’ll pay double.”
Seeing her mood, the owner didn’t argue.
Soon, a tray of twelve brilliant cocktails was laid out before her.
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