That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

Isaac’s morning speculation lingered in his mind the entire day.

In the evening, after work, Isaac called Victor.

The call was answered, “Isaac, what’s up?”

Isaac smiled nonchalantly, “It’s been a while since we last met. Do you have time for a drink tonight?”

Hearing this, Victor frowned slightly, sensing that Isaac had something to say, and responded in a deep voice.

After hanging up, Victor instructed Nathan to pick up Sophia from kindergarten and drove to a private club they frequented.

As soon as he entered, a waiter greeted him, “Mr. Leer, Mr. Whitaker is already waiting for you.”

Victor nodded slightly and followed the waiter upstairs into a private room.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Although they had planned to drink, the table was set with just one bottle of beer and an array of exquisite dishes.

Isaac was leaning on the sofa, lost in thought. Seeing Victor enter, he sat up and smiled, “I initially planned to invite you for a drink, but I was so busy all day that I didn’t have time to eat. So, it turned into a dinner instead.”

Victor nodded indifferently and dismissed the waiter.

Now, only the two of them remained in the room.

Victor sat beside Isaac and asked in a deep voice, “What’s the matter? Go ahead.”

Isaac felt a headache coming on.

He remembered Victor’s previous attitude towards Olivia but realized he hadn’t seen them interact for quite some time.

He wasn’t sure if their relationship had changed during this period.

If it was indeed as his sister said and Victor had a hand in this matter, wouldn’t his actions be redundant?

But by the time he thought of this, he had already called Victor and could only brace himself for the meeting.

While waiting for Victor, Isaac pondered over the issue, unsure whether to bring it up.

Now, hearing Victor’s question, Isaac’s mind was even more chaotic. He decided to play dumb for now, casually picking up some food and remarking, “I haven’t eaten all day. I’m starving. Let’s eat first and talk later.”

Victor watched his abrupt behavior, his frown deepening.

Isaac served him some food as well, “Victor, you probably haven’t eaten either. Try some.”

For a moment, the person beside him said nothing.

Isaac felt a wave of regret.

If he had known, he would have waited before calling Victor. Now he felt like he was on the spot…

Fortunately, after a moment of silence, Victor didn’t press further and cooperatively started eating with him.

During the meal, Isaac chatted sporadically about business matters, trying to divert Victor’s attention.

Unexpectedly, the more deliberate he was, the more suspicious Victor became.

Just as they finished eating and Isaac was about to find an excuse to leave, he heard Victor’s deep voice beside him, “You haven’t mentioned the main reason you called me here. What is it that’s so hard for you to say?”

Isaac froze and resignedly sat back down. After pondering for a while, he cautiously asked, “I just wanted to ask if you’ve had any contact with Miss Prescott recently?”

Olivia?

Hearing this name, Victor’s brow furrowed sharply.

Since their last meeting at the cafe, he hadn’t contacted that woman again.

The last time he heard anything about her was from Sophia, who mentioned Olivia planned to move abroad.

Thinking about this matter made Victor’s mood darken.