"Since when did I have a son?" Kyle asked Beatrice.
"You're asking me?" Beatrice said, raising an eyebrow, "She's the one who revealed it when she came."
Kyle quickly checked the CCTV and rewound it to the point where Samantha came. His eyebrows shot up, seeing how much she had changed in five years. No longer was the 'vampy' girl there. She was rather sophisticated and well-dressed.
His eyes narrowed as he stared at the little boy there.
"I've already placed her in the VIP waiting room and suppressed the news from getting out," Beatrice said, "And do not worry. Our receptionist, Ms. Analise, is exceptional and does not have loose lips."
"Got it," Kyle said, nodding, "Thanks Beatrice. I'll take it from here."
Kyle's mind was whirling.
Obviously, the boy was not his kid but the problem here was, what is the situation? Why did she say that the kid was? Did she truly believe that or was there something else?
It was really strange.
