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.

Dahlia extended an invitation, “Mr. Hernandez, it’s thoughtful of you. Since you’re here, why not

and Julie, who had come for

volunteered, “I’ll help in the kitchen.”

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

“Would you mind if I called you Grandma? I felt an instant connection with Mr. Moore

Zenith was speechless.

refuse, so she

as your

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

he had anticipated, but to smile at him and say, “My grandmother always said to truly understand a person, you need to delve into the people

saying this, Kieran turned

stepped forward and lifted Kieran from the sofa, “Mr. Hernandez, didn’t you want to discuss cooperation with me? Can we

clear. If Kieran continued to

the landscape design and occasionally offering his opinion. He didn’t seem

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

thick-skinned since I was

chose not to comment

possibly save your sister-in-law. Moreover, if your company has any crisis-related issues that need to be dealt with, my team can certainly provide assistance. And since you’re here today, we’ll treat you as a guest, so I hope you won’t mind having a meal with us. After eating,

he nodded,

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

feel a

and headed to the dining room, Dahlia had food brought to her room and Helga was taking

table was just Zenith and Julie’s

the food. Kieran and Zenith sat across

turned to look at Zenith, “By the way Mr. Moore, I noticed you have oranges in your house, so I squeezed some orange juice for Ivan. You don’t

free, Mrs. Hernandez.”

the kitchen, and Zenith hinted at Kieran, “Birds of

Julie was as thick-skinned as

shrugged, not minding at all, instead, he chuckled and said, “It’s fate!

lips and deliberately stopped, “Oh, sorry. That’s my