My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 126: A Rush of Blood to the Head

Wyvern Bay Villa.

Her agent, Anne Lowell, watched the clock tick past midnight. Summer Sutton still hadn’t returned. Anxiously, she paced back and forth in the living room.

In the dead of night, the villa’s front door finally swung open. Summer Sutton walked in, her expression impassive, a bone-deep chill clinging to her.

"Why are you back so late?" Anne Lowell asked, handing her a cup of hot water. "The bodyguards at the villa were all suddenly pulled. I thought something had happened to you. You weren’t answering your phone—I almost called the police."

"I suddenly missed my mom, so I went to her grave and sat for a while," Summer Sutton replied before grabbing her clothes and heading to the bathroom.

Seeing that she was unharmed, Anne Lowell didn’t press further and went upstairs to get some sleep.

"Anne," Summer Sutton said suddenly, turning around just as she was about to step into the bathroom.

The agent turned back and looked into Summer Sutton’s chillingly cold eyes. "What is it?"

"Tell me," Summer Sutton asked, as if it were a casual question, "can parents with type A and type O blood have a child with type B blood?"

"Of course not. That’s common knowledge," Anne Lowell said, suspicious. "Why do you ask?"

"It’s nothing. Go get some rest." Summer Sutton shut the door with a SLAM.

The next moment, she slowly slid down the bathroom door and sank onto the rug, her face paler than a ghost’s.

She replayed the two medical records from today in her mind.

Kenneth Sutton was type A.

Sylvia Lowell was type O.

But she was type B.

What made her panic even more was that Evan Rhodes had just extracted her DNA data that very day.

’Where... where did it all go wrong...?’

「Rhovan.」

Celia Sterling and Director Linden dropped their luggage at the hotel. Exhausted, Celia flopped onto the sofa.

Director Linden was still scrolling through the trending topic about the dream team-up of Silas Norwood and Kian Sterling. "President Sterling, I feel so bad that you had to come on a business trip with me during such a major announcement. If I’d known you two had plans, I would have scheduled this for later."

"Even when you’re in a relationship, you need your own space," Celia Sterling said, sharing a rare piece of personal wisdom. "And life can’t just be about romance. Hobbies are important, too. For now, let’s see if we can salvage anything from the base here. In a couple of days, I need you to fly directly to Caspia and arrange for the base there to start planting perfume ingredients."

"But wasn’t the Caspia base snatched up by someone else? President Sterling, you’re truly resourceful to have gotten it back." Director Linden found it incredible. On the plane, Celia had shown her the contract for the Caspia base—the very one that had slipped through her fingers before—and it had completely stunned her.

Celia Sterling didn’t elaborate. "I borrowed it from a big shot. I’ll have to return it someday."

The night before she left for Rhovan, she had met with Miles Trenton again.

It was in Private Room 1 again. The original agreement had been for a sprawling, mid-sized base in Ospreyton, but when Miles Trenton handed over the documents, he insisted on throwing in the Caspia base as well. His reasoning was impossible to refuse:

"I only ended up snatching the Caspia base from you by a strange twist of fate anyway, Miss Sterling. Besides, our boss is used to being hands-off, and I’m lazy myself. Managing a brand-new, undeveloped base is a lot of trouble. If you use it for a decade or so, it’ll save us the hassle of maintaining it later."

As for the Ospreyton base, Miles Trenton had more to say:

"This base didn’t originally belong to the boss either. He won it in a card game a few years ago. There are some ingredients being cultivated there now—some very old sandalwood and frankincense trees, for instance. Since the base is being handed over to you, Miss Sterling, any raw materials inside belong to you as well. Please, take whatever you need. Don’t be polite."

"Sandalwood and frankincense trees?"

Celia Sterling fell silent. Delia Caine had many bases, but delicate plants like sandalwood grew best in Sandara, in Rhyddan, while frankincense trees were even pickier about their environment, preferring arid deserts. Knowing how precious these two perfume ingredients were, Celia had never dared to cultivate them herself, instead spending a fortune to purchase them directly from their places of origin on a regular basis.

"Can those two species thrive in a different environment?" she couldn’t help but ask, her curiosity piqued.

"Isn’t there a saying that money makes the world go ’round?" Miles Trenton gave a nonchalant smile, subtly throwing some shade at Silas Norwood in the process. "My boss has more money than he knows what to do with, and he’s quite extravagant. At the Ospreyton base, he threw a ton of cash into simulating the natural habitats for those two types of trees. Now, the groves are quite a sight to behold, and the frankincense and sandalwood essences they produce are every bit as good as those from their native regions."

He personally handed the documents to Celia Sterling. "The boss has many more bases like the one in Ospreyton. Once I’ve compiled a full list over the next few months, Miss Sterling, you can pick a few more."

"This way of doing things..." Celia Sterling couldn’t understand how such a big spender, who treated money like it was nothing, could have built such a massive enterprise. "Your boss... was he a God of Wealth in a past life?"

"Not at all. The boss is extremely stingy with outsiders, haggling over every penny. A typical shrewd businessman," Miles Trenton said with a light cough. "You can understand our boss’s show of goodwill toward you, Miss Sterling, as being for the sake of the missus."

"His wife?" Celia was surprised. "Don’t tell me it was his wife who arranged this partnership. But we’ve never met. Why would she..."

But Miles Trenton just gave a cryptic smile and refused to say another word.

「Back at the hotel.」

Since they had to visit the base the next day and had a tight schedule, Director Linden exchanged a few more words with Celia before excusing herself to rest in the adjacent room.

After her shower, Celia Sterling lay in bed and saw that both Kian Sterling and Silas Norwood had messaged her. So, she started a group video call and invited them both.

The two men entered the chat room almost simultaneously.

Celia Sterling glanced at their video backgrounds and let out a small "Huh?" "Are you two together?"

"We’re having a drink in the garden," Kian Sterling said. Seeing that her background was a hotel room, he seemed relieved. "It’s the middle of the night. You should get to sleep."

"Mhm, I just wanted to let you know I’m safe, then I’m off to bed." Celia’s gaze shifted between the two men’s faces. "I saw your official announcement. It was kind of funny."

Their Weibo posts had been forwarded by countless netizens. The official websites for the Norwood family and the Sterlings had also promptly issued their official blessings. Now, the comment sections on both sites were flooded with users asking if the high-end luxury brands under the Norwoods and the Sterlings would offer massive discounts because of the high-profile union, giving the vast but broke masses a chance to buy some luxury goods.

The Sterlings’ official account replied very formally: The eldest daughter’s wedding is a major event. The group is already discussing related celebratory activities.

The Norwood family’s response, on the other hand, was much more down-to-earth: On the day of the chairman’s wedding, for our couple’s jewelry lines, customers can get a 520 yuan discount simply by offering a blessing. The discount is capped, with the price dropping to as low as 52.0% of the original. Limit one per person, while supplies last.

A 48% discount on high-end luxury products wasn’t a small matter of a few hundred or a few thousand yuan. Those jewelry pieces easily cost tens or hundreds of thousands, with collector’s editions even reaching into the millions. Halving the price meant evaporating money by the tens of thousands.

"Silas is going to lose a fortune," Celia Sterling said with a soft sigh, looking at the unperturbed Silas Norwood. "The Norwood family’s marketing department is terrible."

Kian Sterling scoffed. "Silas Norwood came up with the plan himself."

Silas Norwood hummed in agreement. "I was a bit caught up in the moment."

His tone was very serious. "After all, a major life event like marriage only happens once in a lifetime."

Celia Sterling: "..."