Chapter 769 The Lenoir Family Heirloom
“After all, we were in love. I want to pay my respects at his grave.”
Damien furrowed his brow. “Are you saying… you were in love with my father?”
Although Damien’s parents passed away when he was young, his sister would always tell him that his parents had been each other’s first love. They had been together from their first date and throughout their marriage. It was a relationship without infidelity.
But now, Patricia claimed that she and Damien’s father had once been in love.
“That’s correct.” Patricia’s cheeks blushed slightly. “Now that I think about it, it was over twenty years ago. Your father and I met in a bar in Europe…”
A hint of bashfulness swept across Patricia’s face as she reminisced. “He was charming, and I was in the prime of my youth, so… I had a secret relationship with him behind Walter’s back.”
Damien remained silent. His frown deepened.
He regarded Patricia with a somewhat puzzled expression. “Mrs. Miles, are you sure the man you were involved with was my father? Could you have mistaken him for someone else?
Patricia immediately shook her head. “How could I possibly confuse him? Is there another Hansen Lenoir in this world, a young, successful man with numerous businesses under his control?”
“Besides…” She gazed at Damien dreamily. “Your features bear a striking resemblance to your father’s.”
Damien was somewhat frustrated. “All of us in the Lenoir family share similar physical traits.”
He shook his head with conviction. “Mrs. Miles, I believe you may have mistaken someone else for my father. My father was not that kind of man, and my parents had a loving marriage. Moreover, my father passed away many years ago. You shouldn’t tarnish a deceased man’s reputation without solid evidence.”
Having said this, Damien stood up to leave.
“I… I have proof!” Patricia urgently grabbed Damien’s arm and produced a cufflink from her pocket. “Look, doesn’t this belong to the Lenoir family?”
Damien frowned and glanced at the cufflink. His pupils dilated in shock.
Patricia was not lying. The cufflink in her hand was indeed a Lenoir family heirloom. It was a specially crafted cufflink worn with custom-made suits during important ceremonies or meetings. There was even a small ‘L’ engraved on it.
Damien took the cufflink and held it in his hand. “This…”
“It’s something from the Lenoir family, right?” Patricia seemed a little smug. “Damien, I understand you might find it difficult to accept this truth, but there was indeed something between your father and me…”
“We even…”
She left her sentence unfinished.
“Regardless,” Patricia looked up at Damien, “I only want to know where your father’s grave is and visit him to pay my respects. It’s been so many years. There’s no point in dwelling on the past.”
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She smiled and put the cufflink in her pocket. Then, she took a piece of paper and a pen from her pock
You just need to give me the address of your father’s grave.*
Damien rubbed his aching forehead. Til send you the precise location of the grave later. Is there anything
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“Yes” Patricia pursed her l*ps. “It’s about the collaboration between Lenoir Group and the Miles family. I hope you will consider my past relationship with your father and agree to a joint venture.”
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