Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 274

Julie nudged the man’s back, “How sure are you that Zenith is your brother?”

“Ninety percent,” he replied. The remaining ten percent was because he was still pondering why Lucian would intentionally forge his identity.

Julie nodded, “If that’s the case, let’s go eat! Even the most perfect lie has loopholes. Without interacting with them, how can we know if they are real or not? Besides, our original intention was to seek cooperation, right? Let’s not mention Lucian tonight, just talk about cooperation, and shamelessly eat at the Moore residence!*

The Moore Residence.

Zenith had anticipated that Kieran and Julie would come to Sycamore Village, and even visit Dahlia. But he did not expect them to have the audacity to visit for a second time.

So when Julie, Kieran, and Ivan appeared at the doorstep again, Zenith was left momentarily speechless.

Ivan cheerfully stuffed two bags of candies and snacks into Zenith’s arms, then cheekily said, “Have a peaceful Advent, Uncle!”

After saying this, the little guy darted into the house. Kieran pointed to Ivan’s back and said, “The kid is still young and doesn’t understand manners. He saw you look like my brother and called you uncle. Please bear with it, Mr. Moore.”

Before Zenith could finish his sentence, a lively voice echoed from inside the house, Hello, Grandma, my name is Ivan Hernandez.”

Zenith glared at Julie and Kieran, then quickly headed inside.

Julie gave Kieran a look, and followed Zenith into the house.

Ivan was a lively and cheerful child, and even though Dahlia was blind, she could feel his politeness and cuteness. Ivan sat next to Dahlia and asked, “Grandma, would you like some fruit? Shall I peel an apple for you?”

Dahlia, scared at the thought of the little boy handling a knife, quickly called out, “Zenith, quickly take the knife away from him.”

“Mr. Hernandez, why did you come back again?” Even though the old lady was blind, her hearing was exceptionally good.

Kieran, holding Ivan’s hand, replied, “We realized it’s almost the Advent after we left, and my wife said I was thoughtless. It’s the holiday season, so it was rude of us to just leave like that. So we brought snacks to apologize.”

He glanced at the snacks in Zenith’s hand, his expression flawless.

As they were guests bringing gifts, it would seem rude and suspicious to turn them away now.

an invitation, “Mr. Hernandez, it’s thoughtful of

and Julie, who had come for this exact

volunteered, “I’ll help in

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who had been giving Kieran unfriendly looks, became even more hostile

you mind if I called you Grandma? I

Zenith was speechless.

refuse, so

you only have Zenith as your grandson, so

directly, Mr. Hernandez?” Zenith took Kieran’s hand off

and say, “My grandmother always said to truly understand a person, you need to delve into the people around them.

turned back to

from the sofa, “Mr. Hernandez, didn’t you want to discuss cooperation with

If Kieran continued

opinion. He didn’t seem here to investigate any truth but

the wicker chairs in the garden, and Zenith asked with a placid expression, “Mr. Hernandez, are

stubborn and a bit thick-skinned since I was a kid,” Kieran said

chose not to comment

that case, I’ll say it one more time, Mr. Hernandez. First, I’m the only grandson of the Moore family, not your long-dead brother. Second, Fred did not pass on any special skills to me, so I can’t possibly save your sister-in-law. Moreover, if your company has any crisis-related issues that need to be dealt with, my team

not at all,” he nodded,

door and shouted, “Daddy, Uncle, dinner’s ready!”

started to feel a headache.

with calling him uncle. Zenith and Kieran got up together and headed to the dining room, Dahlia had food brought to her room and Helga was taking care of Dahlia.

table was just Zenith

the food. Kieran and Zenith sat

noticed you have oranges in your house, so I squeezed

Mrs. Hernandez.”

turned around and went back into the kitchen, and Zenith hinted at Kieran,

Julie was as thick-skinned

all, instead, he chuckled and said, “It’s fate! I owe

his lips and deliberately stopped, “Oh, sorry.