Chapter 504 – Beginning with a Daring Encounter

“Well, there is that too. But I’m also just saying what I observed. I can bet my last dime that she must have done a lot of plastic surgeries just to look that way. She barely has wrinkles,” Harry said, and Benne merely listened not knowing what to say. He wondered how Harry would feel when he realizes that the lady he was talking about in this manner was his mother.

“Do you think she might be interested in me?” Harry asked, and Benne raised a brow.

“Interested in you? Why would she be interested in you?” Benne asked with a slight frown, and Harry chuckled.

“I don’t know, but didn’t you notice how she kept staring at me in a funny way? And she also wanted me to have lunch with her and her friend. I wonder who her friend is,” Harry said, and Benne almost sighed in relief when he noticed they were getting close to the company. He couldn’t wait to get out of the car and stop having this awkward conversation with Harry.

Harry turned when he noticed how quiet Benne was concerning the issue, “I can see that you don’t like her. Don’t worry I will turn her down if I cross paths with her again and she tries to make any advances at me,” Harry promised as he drove through the company gate, and Benne sat up as he impatiently waited for Harry to park the car so that he could get down and they could both go to their different offices.

He hated that he was lying keeping such a secret from Harry, but then again it wasn’t his place to tell. Now he wished he didn’t know anything about it.

Away from there, and seated in a cab that was taking them back home, Aaron had a worried frown on his face as he looked at Celsie who was apologizing to him for startling him in the manner she had done earlier by claiming to be his dead child.

“Why did you say all that?” Aaron asked, and Celsie looked at him for a moment without responding to his question.

She did not want to tell him the truth about his daughter who had been given away until she was certain that the girl was alive wherever she was. There would be no need to give him false hope about the existence of his daughter if she was dead already.

“I wanted to startle her into confessing all she did to you so I could record it,” Celsie said, and Aaron sighed.

“Did it work? Did she tell you what she wants?” He asked, and Celsie shook her head.

“No, she didn’t tell me what she truly wants yet, but you don’t have to worry about her approaching Harry anymore. She knows better than to make any trouble for you and Harry after everything I told her,” Celsie said, and Aaron looked at her with interest.

“What did you tell her, Celsie? And why did she agree to do as you said?” He asked when he remembered how Sara had agreed with Celsie when she said it was time to leave.

“I told you before. I have the recording of our conversation with her, and I let her I was going to use it as evidence against her to show the world what a terrible person she is, if she doesn’t leave you and Harry alone,” Celsie said, and Aaron’s eyes moved to her handbag.

“Did she admit to something that we can use against her? Can I listen to it?” Aaron asked, and Celsie smiled at him.

“You can, but not yet. I will let you have it after you tell Harry the truth and then you both can listen to it together. For now, I have to do something first before I send the recording to you,” Celsie said, not wanting to reveal her relationship with them yet.

“What do you have to do?” Aaron asked curiously.

“I have to find someone. But I can’t tell you about the person I’m looking for yet,” Celsie said, and Aaron looked at her for a moment before letting out a sigh.

“Okay. If you say so,” he said with a nod. Choosing to trust Celsie and let her do what she wanted.

“Thank you,” Celsie said with a relieved smile, glad that Aaron had agreed to trust her.

“I should be thanking you. I’m glad that you were with me and I didn’t have to meet her alone,” Aaron said, and Celsie squeezed his hand softly.

“Me too,” Celsie said quietly.

She hoped that Aaron would summon the courage to tell Harry the truth as he had said he would do, while she tried to find Aaron’s missing daughter. There was no way Harry would stay angry at Aaron for hiding the truth from him when he listens to the recording and found out what a terrible person Sara really was.

Immediately after they arrived at Harry’s apartment, Celsie led Aaron to his bedroom and decided to check his blood pressure with his electronic sphygmomanometer. After she did and found out that it was slightly above the normal range, she asked him to try to get some sleep while she got some work done on her laptop.

“Call me if you need anything,” Celsie told Aaron as she tucked his duvet around him before leaving the bedroom.

Immediately Celsie shut the door behind her, she took out her phone from her handbag and dialed Jade’s line. She decided to give Jade a call first before calling Benne since she suspected that whatever Jade had wanted to find out earlier was related to what she had learned. If there was one thing the last couple of weeks had taught her, it was the fact that no connection was a coincidence.

“Coincidence,” Jade said as she dropped one of the pieces of paper she had shredded on the floor.

“Not a coincidence,” she dropped another.

“Coincidence,” she dropped another.

“Not a coincidence,” she dropped the last paper and sighed as she got off the bed, and began pacing around the bedroom.

Even though she was supposed to be focusing on preparing for the court case against the Legion cartel, she couldn’t seem to shake off this feeling in her guts that it wasn’t a coincidence that Candace looked so identical to Harry’s mother.

Regardless of what Aaron had said, the more she thought about it the more she was beginning to see how Candace might share some similarities with Harry. Both their eyes were the same, they were both twenty-eight years old, and they smiled alike. It also occurred to her now that she had enjoyed talking with Candace the previous night, in the same manner, she enjoyed talking with Harry and Aaron. Both Harry and Candace talked in the same manner, as Aaron. That is assuming sarcasm was a genetic trait.

If she didn’t know better she would say Candace was Harry’s twin or something, but Harry was an only child and it didn’t make any sense. None of the similarities she had made was enough basis to assume that they were family relations. Harry’s mother who was dead, was also an orphan just like Candace, so it didn’t make any sense.

She glanced at her phone which was lying on the bed when it started to ring, and she picked it up and frowned when she saw that the call was from Celsie.

Why was she calling? Did she want to scold her again? Jade wondered as she received the call, “I promise I have been on my best behavior, aunty Celsie,” Jade said jokingly immediately after she received the call.

“That’s good to know, but that’s not why I called,” Celsie said in an urgent and serious tone, that made Jade’s brows pull together.

“Okay. Why did you call?” Jade asked, sensing that it was important.

“The picture you wanted me to send. I mean, the photo of Harry’s mom, why did you want it? I overheard Aaron’s end of your conversation with him,” Celsie said, and Jade raised a brow.

“If I remember correctly you said ‘the only way not to get involved in something you don’t want is by not being curious about it’ didn’t you? Why are you showing interest in this now?” Jade asked curiously.

“Trust me, if it didn’t concern me I wouldn’t be asking you any questions,” Celsie said, piquing Jade’s interest even more, but before Jade could ask her any question she continued.

“By the way, I got the picture you wanted. Aaron let me snap it. So if you still want it I could send it to you,” Celsie offered, but Jade sighed.

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