Chapter 128 Yes, I am certain
As Brady contemplated the implications of the supplement, his phone rang—it was Mr. Taylor with the paternity test results. He said he'd bring the report right over.
“Bring Ms. Devereux up from JK when you come,” Brady instructed Mr. Taylor over the phone.
“Understood, Mr. Hall,” came the reply.
They hung up, and Brady tossed the medicine back into the bag and went back to his documents. Less than half an hour later, Mr. Taylor arrived at Hall Enterprises and headed straight for JK.
The sudden appearance of Brady Hall’s personal attorney at JK had the whole design department buzzing with anticipation, thinking a major announcement was coming.
To everyone's surprise, he was there for Violet Devereux.
And just like that, gossip swept through the company like wildfire.
"Mr. Hall's personal attorney sought out Violet Devereux," they murmured among themselves. "Is she back in the picture with Mr. Hall?"
"Pfft, as if she's in his league. Isn't Aiden White sniffing around her? She should stick to the likes of him, far from our dashing Mr. Hall."
"But what could Mr. Hall's lawyer want with her in person?" the whispers grew curious.
"How should I know? Maybe Mr. Hall's actually taken a shine to her?"
"No way. Have you all forgotten the Loraine incident?"
"Oh, snap! Right. How could I forget? After screwing up JK's account and getting on Loraine's bad side, Brady probably wants her to go up there and apologize."
"Possibly."
The speculation bubbled among the coworkers as Max Green emerged from the executive office, noticing Mr. Taylor and Violet Devereux heading toward the exit.
Green quickly intercepted Violet, concern etching his features. "What's going on, Violet Devereux?"
"It's nothing, Mr. Hall just needs to discuss some things with me," Violet tried to brush off the inquiry, her personal business with Brady Hall was not for public consumption.
"Is it about the Loraine Plahn mess?" Max ventured a guess, the most likely issue on everyone's mind.
"Perhaps," Violet dodged, giving the barest hint of affirmation.
"Don't worry, whatever it is, I've got your back," Max assured her with a comforting gaze.
Nodding unconvincingly, she followed Mr. Taylor towards the executive suite. Deep down, Violet suspected the real reason for the summoning—a paternity test result she couldn't outrun. Mr. Taylor wouldn't have come for her otherwise.
Accepting the inevitable, she took a deep breath and waited for the elevator to ascend.
Soon, she reached the top-floor executive office, where Mr. Taylor respectfully ushered her into a lavish office space. The only occupant, Brady Hall lounged with an aloof elegance, carelessly flipping through a document.
Mr. Taylor approached first, presenting the paternal test report to Mr. Hall.
Brady Hall grabbed the paternity test report and immediately began flipping through it.
The DNA match was listed as 0.0%.
That meant Henry and Nicole had no connection to him whatsoever. It was a strange coincidence, especially since Henry was the spitting image of him. It almost felt like a copy-paste situation. Could the odds of such resemblance really be this high?
He was starting to doubt the accuracy of this paternity test. Furrowing his brow in deep thought, he slapped down the report with a snap and turned to Mr. Taylor. "Are you sure this report is legit?"
"Yes, I'm certain," Mr. Taylor said, catching Brady Hall's displeased look. He could guess that Brady was probably unhappy with the results, but the report was straight from the lab—there was no room for doubt.
And Violet Devereux, she wasn't the type to have the means to alter lab results.
"Mr. Hall, do we have the results?" Violet Devereux, noticing his interrogation of the lawyer, couldn't help but inquire.
Brady's eyes locked onto her, dark and scrutinizing as his voice dropped an octave. "Yes, the results are in."
"And? What's the verdict?" Violet knew there shouldn't be a link, but she feigned ignorance.
"They're not mine," Brady stated flatly.
Just as expected—the fake hairs had done their job.
Violet allowed herself a silent sigh of relief and with a slight press of her lips, she said, "Mr. Hall, since there's no connection, I hope you'll honor our agreement. If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."
As Violet turned to leave, Brady's gaze deepened with urgency. "Ms. Devereux, one moment, please. I have something for you."
"What is it?" Violet stood her ground.
She had no interest in anything from him.
"Just come here," Brady commanded, his tone still overbearing and leaving no room for argument. Considering she was still employed at his company, she hesitated, then relented, and walked over.
But as soon as she approached, an unexpected move from the man in the executive chair—he extended his arm, grabbed her wrist with a strong grip, and in one swift motion pulled her onto his lap. From a bag the doctor had brought, he produced a box of postnatal vitamins and placed it in front of Violet, "Ms. Devereux, my personal physician told me you're 'recovering' and could use this."
He emphasized the word 'recovering' distinctly, his eyes never leaving hers.
Violet Devereux flinched and her face went suddenly stiff.
Meanwhile, Mr. Taylor, already feeling awkward, swiftly turned away, avoiding the sight of Mr. Hall and Ms. Devereux wrapped up in their overly warm embrace.
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