Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 163

Zedd's face turned crimson. "Who said I’m going to be an uncle? Wanda Lane, don't try to buddy up with me."

"Alright, alright. I won't do that," I said as I smiled, thinking that Zedd could be rather cute and naive at times. Gazing at his red face, I asked, "Actually, aren't things quite nice the way they are now? I thought you liked her. Why don't you confess your feelings?"

"Shut up. Do you really think you know me that well? I'm warning you, don't poke your nose into other people's business. Is there anything else you want to say to me? If that's all, forgive me for not having more time to entertain you."

As he said that, he got up and prepared to leave.

I said, "Of course there are other matters I want to bring up. You're friendly with people at Newlight Media, right?"

When I finished speaking, I tilted my gaze upwards to look at him.

He had obviously not expected me to ask that question. He was visibly stunned for a moment before snapping back to reality. He said, "Yes, we’re close. Why? Is it against the law to have friends?" "You’re well aware that a lot of things have happened t

o the company lately. Based on the recent rumors, things from Sandy's breach of contract to the plagiarism issue. All I want to say is that you're one of Theo’s best friends, and I hope I won't have to see best friends turning on each other for personal gain."

I did not need to sugarcoat such serious matters. I was direct with my choice of words.

Zedd stared at me and laughed coolly as he said, "You think I’m selling out Grant Corporation? You’re truly naive, Wanda. Have you told him about your suspicions yet?"

I shook my head. "It's all guesswork on my part, so I haven't said anything. However, I once saw someone I shouldn't have seen in your car."

He was stunned. "I didn't think you had seen that."

"Can you tell me the truth now?" I asked as I gazed into his eyes sincerely.

He raised an eyebrow. "You can search for the answers you want to find, or you can let Theo know about your suspicions, but either way, I'm not telling you anything."

"However," he said as he leaned forward, positioning his face right in front of my eyes, "although I hate you, I have to admit that you're good at your job. But you're still someone difficult to like."

I knew this was the sort of person he was. I had grown used to his malicious words, so I did not hold a grudge against him.

Since he would not tell me anything, I did not see any use in asking him any more questions. I simply stood and wished him goodbye.

I had just walked out of the cafe when Cecilia called m e and told me to come over to her house. From the way she was speaking, I could tell that she was not in her usual mood.