After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant-Chapter 171 Time’s Ticking.

Irene sat in the far end of a café, picking on her nails as she impatiently waited for someone to arrive.

After a few minutes, she sighed loudly and shook her head, cursing at herself internally over the fact that she had actually chosen to meet a total stranger because they said they had crucial information relating to her father.

Her father, just the thought of the man she had not known for her entire thirty years of life brought a sour taste to Irene’s mouth.

But why did she care so much about him. He had disappeared even before she was born and her mother, when she had been alive, had always told her the story of how her father had abandoned them both, choosing to marry a rich heiress instead.

Irene considered him an ungrateful bastard, and still does, so why show up today? Well it was obvious, she wanted to find that rich son of a bitch and ruin his life, scatter his family like he had chosen to hers.

Irene was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of someone pulling the chair in front of her open.

“I apologize if I kept you waiting,” The handsome stranger flashed her a smile as he slipped into the chair. His blue eyes scanned her for a few seconds before he added, “The resemblance really is apparent.”

Irene shrugged his words off. “And you are?”

“Jamil Vanadas,” He extended his hand, awaiting a handshake that never came. Calmly, he withdrew his hand. “One of my employee contacted you, saying he had crucial information concerning your father. You’re interested in finding him, right? I can help with that, for a price of course.”

“Crucial information, price and all, none of that matters as long as I haven’t seen prove. Where’s the evidence that you know who my father.” ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Jamil smiled at this and he pulled out a small brown envelope from his suit pocket. “Here’s your proof.” He said, handing the envelope to her.

She took it and pulled out a few old looking pictures of a woman who she recognized to be her mother, clinging happily onto the arm of a man who was smiling brightly, and judging by how happy the two of them looked, Irene knew the man was her father.

“These were taken about thirty two years ago.”

“So what?” She spat, forcefully shoving the picture back into the envelope and fixing Jamil with a stern look. “All this proves is that he and my mother were an item. For all we know, my mother could have met someone else.”

“You’re a pessimist,” Jamil chuckled. “I don’t blame you, though. It must be tough not knowing your father.”

“It’s not,” She retorted vehemently. “In fact, I consider myself lucky. Not knowing a bastard like him has been a pleasure.”

Jamil laughed at her words as it reminded him a lot of a certain someone he had visited two days ago. “Yeah, the resemblance sure is there.”

Irene sighed, her impatience growing by the second. “Why the fuck did I even listen to some bullshit said over the phone?” She muttered and stood up. “It’s obvious you don’t know what you’re saying. So, I’ll take my leave.”

Jamil raised his hand before she could leave. “Hold on, I knew you wouldn’t believe me so easily.” He suddenly pulled out a transparent zip back. “So how about a DNA test to conclude it all.”

“DNA test?” She asked as she eyed the bag suspiciously. “How do you plan on getting his DNA sample?”

“Not him.” Jamil mused. When Irene gave a look filled with confusion, he added. “Well, let’s just say your dearest daddy started a new family, quite the happy one, I must say, and you see, from that happy family, you have what they call siblings. And I happen to be...” He paused, looking for the right words before he continued. “Infatuated with one of them. She’s the reason I’m doing this. So you see, getting a DNA sample from her to conduct the rest wouldn’t be hard.”

“So, if you’d please, a lock of your hair.” Jamil added as he pulled the transparent zip bag open, waiting eagerly for Irene to drop in a lock of hair.

Irene however, hesitated. Was this really safe? She thought, after all, giving a handsome creep a lock of your hair wasn’t the safest thing to do out there.

But the need to confirm or deny if the man in those photos was her father outweighed the risk, and she did as told, pulling a single lock off and dropping it into the zip bag.

“Thank you.” Jamil flashed her another charming smile, one she didn’t return and he stuffed the envelope back into his pocket, then stood up. “I’ll contact you in two days.”

As he turned to leave, Irene asked. “Why are you doing this?”

“Didn’t I tell you,” Jamil said as he stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “A sibling of yours happened to catch my eyes and the only way I can have her is to ruin this happy family of her, break down everything she had ever struggled to protect, that way, she’d come crawling to me, begging that I help her. And when that time comes, I’ll gladly do so.”

Irene’s face twitched uncomfortably at his words. “What the hell is wrong with you?” She couldn’t help but ask after he was done speaking.

Sure, she wanted to make her father pay, and surprise surprise, she had a valid reason behind it. But this dude, Jamil Vanadas or whatever his name was, seemed like a crazy psycho.

Destroying someone’s peace home all because of a sick infatuation.

Scary.

At her question, Jamil answered with a smile. “Love makes you do crazy things.”

With that, he turned back and left, leaving Irene alone with her thoughts.

What a creep. She thought as she picked up her purse and headed out.

~•~

It was around the same time and the next day, Leonica was hard at work in her office. She was currently signing off a contract when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” She called, her eyes still trained on the paper.

When the door opened, her assistant, Kennedy entered.

“There’s someone here to see you Ms. Romero,” He informed and she nodded her head.

“Send them in.”

Kennedy nodded and stepped aside, allowing the guest, to enter the office.

Leonica had been so busy with the contract, that she didn’t bother to glance at the person who entered, not until they spoke.

“Leonica, Hi.”

Her head snapped up at the sound of Jamil’s voice. He flashed her a smile the moment their eyes met. She glanced at Kennedy at this and the assistant, as if realizing his mistake, quickly bowed.

“The guts you have to return here, Vanadas.” She spat.

“Is that how you greet an old friend, Leonica?”

“Old friend?” Leonica laughed. “The audacity you have. Get out. I’m not in the mood to deal with you.” She turned her attention back to the papers she had been signing, only raising her gaze at the sound of Jamil’s approaching footsteps.

He stopped In front of her desk and shamelessly leaned on it. “You still haven’t cropped that hostile attitude of yourself.”

“I’m only hostile towards people I dim enemies. Now,” Leonica put down her pen, a bored expression on her face as she looked up at him. “Get your ass out of my hospital before I have security throw you out.”

“Same old threat.” Jamil chuckled as he reached forward and suddenly ran his finger through her hair. He took a second to enjoy the feeling of her hair, before pulling back. “But fear not, I didn’t come here for that. And since it seems like you still don’t have an answer to my request, I’ll leave. But remember what I said Leonica, it’s not good to make me wait. Time’s ticking.”

Leonica narrowed her eyes at his audacious words. Was he threatening her?

“And if I still refuse?” She asked.

Jamil stopped to think of an answer even though he didn’t need to, but just decided to be dramatic. After a few seconds, he answered with a bright smile. “You’ll regret it.”