Revenge of the Adopted Child

Dead End Evidence

Almero's hand, holding his phone, suddenly trembled violently. From behind him, footsteps could be heard approaching. His heart pounded, and his face turned almost pale.

Almero tried to control his breathing before turning to the source of the voice. He saw a security guard had just stopped in front of him, and his probing gaze made his heart race even faster.

"Why didn't you answer me?" he asked sharply. "Why were you standing here all this time?" he continued, noticing Almero's uniform.

"I was working, sir, and your scream startled me," Almero said in a calm voice.

"What kind of work makes you hide behind a pillar, like you're doing something suspicious?" asked the security guard, not immediately believing what the man in front of him was saying.

"My superior asked me to check the broken parking lot lights," Almero said, showing his phone to the security guard.

Silence.

 The security guard didn't answer immediately, but instead, he observed Almero's movements. Just as he was about to speak, his colleague's voice came from the communication device on his waist.

Almero breathed a sigh of relief after overhearing the security guard's conversation with his colleague, and the man would soon be leaving for more pressing matters.

"Okay, I trust you this time, but don't act so suspiciously next time," he advised Almero.

"Okay, sir. I'll keep that in mind," Almero said politely.

"Okay, then, get on with your work." After speaking, the security guard hurriedly walked away.

Almero breathed a sigh of relief as he rubbed his chest. If only the security guard hadn't believed him and insisted on checking his phone, his lies would have been exposed. But luckily, luck was on his side. Almero quickly tucked his phone into his pocket and resumed his cleaning work.

That afternoon.

He had just parked his electric scooter in the Xander family's yard when he saw Senna sitting in the yard. The middle-aged woman immediately got up and walked over to Almero.

"Son, have you had lunch yet?" she asked with a sad look.

"Yes, ma'am," Almero replied curtly.

"Where did you eat? From that street vendor?" Senna asked curiously, and Almero nodded. "Didn't my husband give you money? You can eat at a restaurant without having to be frugal. If the money he gave you isn't enough, I'll ask him for more," Senna said, looking at Almero.

 "Mr. Valton's money is more than enough," Almero said quickly, afraid Senna might misunderstand. "It doesn't matter where you eat, the most important thing is that your stomach is full," Almero explained politely.

Senna looked at Almero wistfully and then reached out to caress her future son-in-law's cheek. "You must have had a very difficult life before you came to this house."

Almero simply nodded in response, her wistful gaze warming his heart. He knew that Senna treated him very well, even treating him like her own son. Almero had never received affection while living in the Greysoon family home, but who would have thought that affection would come from them—the people who wanted to make him part of Xander's family.

"Almero, you're home," said Valton, who happened to be leaving the house. "Come to my office now," he continued casually.

 "Can't you see he just got home from work, he hasn't even eaten or drunk anything, and you immediately asked him to follow you to the office," Senna grumbled to her husband. "Let him taste my cake first before heading to your office, honey," Senna continued to her husband.

Valton could only scratch his head when he saw his wife's assertive attitude, and he also knew that Senna desperately wanted a son. And they had agreed to treat Almero the same way they treated Edeline.

"I have no problem going straight to Mr. Valton's study," Almero said. He was self-aware of his position in the house.

"Come on, son. Try your mother's cake first, and then come to my office after you've cleaned up," Valton said, looking at Almero.

Almero's eyes welled up with tears when he heard the man call him "son," and his wistful gaze truly made him feel like he had a father figure. Even the Greyson family had never shown him this kind of warmth.

Valton's study.

"Does your mother's cake suit your palate?" Valton asked after Almero sat down in front of him.

 "It tasted absolutely delicious, and it's the first time anyone has given me cake," Almero said with a faint smile, but his eyes showed suppressed anguish.

"Didn't any of the Greysoon family give you cake?" Valton asked, staring deeply into Almero's eyes.

"No," Almero said with a bitter smile.

Almero didn't want to discuss the matter, so he quickly handed him his phone to change the conversation. The more Almero remembered how the Greysoon family members had treated him, the more his heart grew sad and angry.

"I managed to record Yoe leaving his room and heading to the parking lot," Almero said. "I don't know who was in the car, but I clearly captured the license plate," Almero said matter-of-factly.

Valton fell silent, his eyes still focused on the recording on Almero's phone screen. His eyes sharpened as he watched Yoe load the suitcase into the car. His jaw clenched, then he let out a harsh grunt before finally focusing on Almero.

 "I'll have my men check the license plate," Valton said, then reached for his cell phone.

"Find information on the owner of this vehicle," Valton said after the call connected with his trusted aide.

"Yes, sir. I'll send the information via text message."

After hearing the aide's response, Valton immediately ended the call. A few seconds later, a message from Valton's trusted aide arrived, but it wasn't the information he wanted, but rather one stating that the license plate was fake.

"Damn it!" Valton cursed, slamming his fist on the table in anger.

"What's wrong, sir?" Almero asked, shocked.

"The license plate is fake," he hissed, his face flushing red. "They're being very careful," he continued, his jaw clenched.

"While we pause this investigation, don't do anything until I interrupt you, because I don't want to endanger you," Valton said sincerely.

"Yes, sir," Almero replied obediently, and after speaking, he quickly left the room.

 Almero swallowed his saliva after realizing that the people involved in the embezzlement of company funds were not ordinary people and they could be people heard by Mr. Valton himself, but Almero did not dare to say this before having real evidence.