<strong>Chapter 483:</strong>


    Anticipating that Adrian might deny the situation, Stephen preemptively dered, “These are my esteemed friends from years ago. You simply cannot embarrass me in front of them!”


    “And what if I choose to?” Adrian replied coldly, his smile as icy as his tone.


    “Then I’ll withhold information about your parents!”


    “You actually have something to tell me?” Adrian had initially assumed that Stephen was bluffing, but it quickly became clear that there was indeed something important to discuss.


    “Go to the second floor and join M. I’ll fill you in after I’ve dealt with these gentlemen.”


    “Say it here, or don’t say it at all.”


    Stephen cast a quick nce at his elderlypanions, who were still deep in conversation.


    He realized that Adrian would not easily be manipted. Stephen had hoped to trap Adrian in a difficult situation once he ascended the stairs, but it was proving far more difficult than he had anticipated.


    “Alright, alright.” Stephen pulled Adrian aside. “I’ll confide in you discreetly: you are not your mother’s biological son.”


    Adrian was not surprised.


    Stephen patted his shoulder and said, “Don’t be disheartened. I don’t mind. At the very least, you are undoubtedly your father’s son.”


    “Is that it?”


    “That’s it.”


    Stephen couldn’t understand why Adrian’s reaction was so nonchnt.


    “Then I shall take my leave.”


    Stephen grabbed him by the arm and asked, “Where do you think you’re going?”


    “Home.”


    “No way! If you leave, they’ll all realize it’s a facade!”


    “That doesn’t concern me.”


    Stephen implored shamelessly, “Adrian, all my friends have grandchildren, and I only have M. Please, help me salvage my reputation, and I’ll give you whatever you want!”


    “Really?”


    Stephen nodded, his sincerity evident.


    “Alright then.” Adrian walked over to Stephen’s friends. Stephen hurriedly gestured for M toe downstairs.


    Once Adrian acknowledged his rtionship with M in front of Stephen’s friends, it would be impossible for him to deny it.


    “Good evening, gentlemen,” Adrian greeted them, exuding an air of sophistication as he looked resplendent in his suit.


    One of them murmured, “Such a fine young man!”


    “I’m sorry.” Adrian’s voice resonated again. “Stephen is merely jesting. I am not his future grandson-inw, nor do I have any romantic connection with M. I have been divorced once, have a child, and am currently involved in a passionate rtionship with my ex-wife. I kindly ask that you refrain from disturbing us. Thank you.”


    Fuming with anger, Stephen stormed over and shouted, “What absurdity are you spouting?”


    At that precise moment, a bespectacled gentleman eximed, “Isn’t this Adrian? Didn’t he marry the girl from the Watson family?”


    Stephen quickly responded, “They’ve divorced!”


    “Stephen, didn’t you hear him?” another voice interjected. “He has no association with M. You’re simply fabricating a romance that doesn’t exist.”


    M descended from the second floor,pletely unaware of Adrian’s expression. Her ears were attuned only to the cacophony of mocking voices around her.


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