When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 558 Remarkable Child

The next day, at the airport, as soon as Eric disembarked from the plane, he called Cecilia.

“Ceci, I’ve arrived. Are you bringing those two kids here to welcome me?” he asked.

Cecilia was somewhat at a loss for words. If she were to go to the airport with two kids in tow to pick him up, he might just fall from grace in the next second.

After all, Eric had a lot of female fans.

“Once you arrive, let’s arrange to meet up.”

With that, Cecilia ended the call.

Meanwhile, at Imminence Corporation, the newly established company by Nathaniel, Mason handed over the information about Eric to him. “Mr. Rainsworth, Eric is of mixed heritage. He has a large fanbase both abroad and domestically. His fan base isn’t heavily skewed toward either gender, making him an ideal spokesperson for our new product. Moreover, with him on board, I believe most people in Tudela will soon become familiar with Imminence Corporation.”

Nathaniel agreed and instructed Mason to figure out a way to sign Eric up.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Afterward, he asked Mason, “When you initially conducted the DNA test, are you certain that no one tampered with it?”

Upon hearing this, Mason pondered for a moment. “The only thing someone could tamper with would be the biological sample, which, in our case, was the toothbrush we took from Eli. Could it have been switched by someone? Could Eli have done it himself? All those housekeepers were. people with clean backgrounds. There’s no way they would switch toothbrushes.”

It was the last sentence that instilled doubt within Mason himself.

“Mr. Rainsworth, don’t worry. The biological samples I’ve gathered this time are without a doubt accurate. Moreover, I’ve prepared three sets of them, each to be tested by different institutions,” Mason said.

Nathaniel nodded in agreement.

After Mason left, he began to arrange for someone to invite Eric to be the company’s spokesperson.

He had initially thought that there was no one he couldn’t persuade with money, but to his surprise, people from his past had directly let him down.

“Mr. Sanders, when Eric first returned to the country, he received numerous invitations, not just from our company. However, he has declined them all. He stated that he cherished his freedom. and had no interest in collaborating with any company. No amount of money can change his mind,” someone reported to Mason.

What vexed Mason the most were people who couldn’t be swayed by money.

Just like Sven from before, even when Nathaniel offered him a reward higher than Mason’s salary. Sven remained unmoved.

Mason couldn’t figure out what these people were really after.

“In that case, you guys should investigate his other hobbies and start from there,” Mason instructed.

“Okay.”

Upon returning to the country, Eric was eager to see Cecilia that very night. However, Cecilia turned him down.

Cecilia stated that he had just returned and needed some time to rest properly.

Helplessly, he could only pass the time at home by playing on his phone.

He couldn’t help but check his phone, only to be met with frustration. His trending return to the country had shockingly been overshadowed by the trending topic of a child’s extraordinary good looks.

Upon opening it, he found a photo of Jonathan. Despite the image being somewhat blurry, he recognized the child instantly. “Jon?”

The agent also came over, praising. “This kid is truly extraordinary. Even when hung from a bridge, he didn’t shed a single tear. He was also remarkably composed. He’s like a natural–born ruler!”

Eric studied Jonathan’s face carefully. This is indeed extraordinary. However, with Cecilia’s beauty, it’s only natural that her son looks so remarkable. However, who is the father of this child? It’s such a good fortune to have two sons so bright.

Eric then asked his agent, “Do you know what recently happened to Ms. Cecille?”

The agent gave his shoulder a pat and said, “Eric, our focus should be on our careers. I won’t be investigating Ms. Cecille’s matters.”

Eric didn’t feel disheartened. “You really are out of touch.”

The agent handed him a stack of information about potential partner companies once again. “You ought to choose one, okay? We all want freedom, but we’ve also got to put food on the table, don’t we?”

“I’m not choosing. I’m not so poor that I can’t afford food.”

“Thank goodness for Ms. Cecille’s kindness, writing music for you without charging a dime. Otherwise, with your personality, you would have starved to death long ago,” the agent remarked sarcastically, reluctantly putting away the documents.