Poor Student Lost Her Virginity To Save A Stranger Unaware He Is A Billionaire – Part 2
He also kept showing up at the small apartment with small kindness, fruit in the morning, soup at night, a silly joke to make the twins laugh.
One evening, he brought fried plantain and a tiny bag of puffpuff from Mama Ruth.
The twins cheered.
Evelyn smiled, tired but soft.
“Should I make a quick stew?” she asked, already reaching for a tin of fish.
Henry lifted a hand.
“Wait, I I’m allergic to fish.
” Shawn’s head popped up.
“Me, too,” he said.
“Remember, mommy?” “My tongue got itchy.
” Nah nodded serious.
“Mine, too.
It tingles.
” Henry went still for a breath he didn’t show.
“Then let’s do egg,” he said lightly.
“Easy and safe.
” “They cooked.
They ate.
They laughed at a lopsided omelette that looked like a cloud.
When the twins ran off to brush their teeth, Evelyn shook her head with a small smile.
“These children and fish,” she said.
“I try to give them, they suffer.
” Henry smiled back, but something inside him moved.
An old memory of hives after fish stew when he was eight.
Mama Ruth’s firm rule.
No fish for this one.
He pushed the thought down.
Allergies were common.
Coincidences happened.
Days later, another small sign.
Shawn hated loud fireworks and always covered one ear first, the left, just like Henry did.
Nina hummed the same simple tune Henry hummed when he was thinking without ever hearing it from him.
Small things, ordinary things.
Still, the feeling grew.
Not proof, not yet, but a thread pulling tight.
He said nothing to Evelyn.
He would not disturb her with questions while a storm gathered around her name.
On Wednesday, the design floor changed temperature.
CeCe walked in, chin high, nails bright, whispering to anyone who would listen.
“Suspension is over,” she said to a cluster by the printer.
“The CEO knows talent when he sees it.
” “Is it true he called you?” someone asked, eyes wide.
CeCe smirked.
“Let’s just say Mr. Cole understands value.
Some of you should be careful whose side you pick.
” The rumor spread fast.
Cece is protected by the mysterious CEO.
Heads turned.
People frowned.
Evelyn, still on suspension, didn’t see the show, but others did.
And Henry heard.
Upstairs, Austin arrived with fresh logs, a neat summary.
Unusual activity on Cece’s workstation near the submission deadline.
Disappearing file events matching Utopia’s name and size.
A late night print to a private device.
A cloud share to an unknown external account traced to a rival firm’s contractor.
Henry read it once, then again, his face a steady line.
Prepare HR, he said, and legal.
By noon, a message appeared on the company’s public page.
From the office of the group CEO following an internal investigation, CC design associate is terminated for theft of intellectual property, harassment, and interference with colleague submissions.
Evidence has been handed to law enforcement.
Coal Enterprises does not tolerate bullying or theft.
We protect our people and our work.
Gasps rippled across the floor.
Two security guards approached Cece’s desk.
She tried to stand taller.
“You can’t do this,” she snapped.
“Mr. Cole knows me.
” “Ma’am,” one guard said quietly.
“Please come with us.
