Oops My Toyboy Is A Hidden Tycoon

Chapter 125

Preston casually replied, "I'm here as a kitchen helper. The pay is 30 Epean dollars an hour. It's a good deal

The organizer provided all designers participating in the competition with lunch boxes. The meals were even prepared according to each designer's nationality and tastes. It was logical in hire many people for such a huge and complicated task.

Cynthia had no doubts. On the contrary, she looked at Preston with appreciation, saying, "It's quite amazing. You take every opportunity to make money."

Preston scratched the back of his head and chuckled when he heard that.

Annie asked curiously, "Cynthia, is what you said on the Internet true? Were you really switched at birth with the daughter of a rich family?

Cynthia nodded and admitted to it truthfully.

Annie huffed indignantly before saying, "They really went too far. They didn't give you anything, but they used your talent to gain fame. Cynthia..."

Annie, who was extremely kind, could not finish her sentence as she thought, I feel very sorry for Cynthia, Her family is just using her!

Cynthia seemed to read Annie's mind. She smiled brightly and said, "Don't look at me like that. I can inherit 20 percent of Jones Group's shares. No, it should be 40 percent now."

Cynthia told them about her bet with Shirley. Annie and Preston were very shocked. After they overcame their short-lived shock, they gave Cynthia the thumbs-up in admiration. No wonder Shirley got so angry and went on a crazy rampage. It turned out that she had lost 20 percent of her shares.

After dinner, they all went their separate ways. Cynthia had already booked her return flight. Preston and Annie were very reluctant to see her go.

Annie asked sadly. "Cynthia, will I see you again?"

Cynthia smiled and replied, "Transportation is very advanced now. If you come back to Clusia, you're more than welcome to hang out with me. Annie smiled and agreed to the deal.

"What about me?" Preston suddenly piped up.

"What about you?" Cynthia asked, confused for a moment.

"Am I welcome!" he asked.

Cynthia chuckled. She did something she had wanted to do the moment she saw Preston, perhaps because she had had a little to drink that night. Cynthia stepped forward, stood on bertoes, and reached out to rule his fluffy blond hair. With a smile, she replied, "Of course, you are welcome."

Preston froze for a moment when Cynthia patted his head, but he did not flinch from her touch and even lowered his head slightly. Cynthia just patted his head lightly. His hair was very fluffy and soft, just like she had imagined it would be as a puppy.

For some reason, when she looked at Preston, she always thoughs of Jonathan. His face always made her think of Jonathan as a teenager. There would always be a resemblance between handsome guys.

Cynthia sighed inwardly. She had missed the adorable Jonathan from their first meeting. He was much cuter than he was

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now, aloof and arrogant. Then, Cynthia turned and waved, saying, "See you later, both of you."

The next morning, Cynthia boarded the plane to return home. After more than ten hours of flight, she finally landed in Clusia at noon. She grabbed a quick bite at the airport and took taxi to Hector's private hospital. The results should have come out long ago. However, Hector had not told her because Cynthia said she would ask him for the report when she got back.

Cynthia went to his office as usual, following the path she had taken many times before.

Hector was sitting in his office chair, reading a book. When he saw Cynthia come over, he pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and asked, "Are you here for the report?"

Cynthia nodded. Hector then took out a file holder from his drawer and handed it to her.

When Cynthia took the file holder, she hesitated for a moment, but soon, she pulled herself together and took out the

Teport.

She flipped to the last page, which contained the results. It read. The alleged mother lacks the genetic markers that must be inherited from the biological mother. Therefore, the probability of maternity is 0%.] Cynthia felt like someone was squeezing her heart in pain. At the same time, she felt as if the knife hanging over her head was finally falling. Although she had anticipated the result, she was still shocked.

Cynthia placed the report in the file bag without expression and then looked at Hector. Thank you, Dr. Xenos," she said. Hector noticed there was something wrong with her expression. Is there something you want to tell me?" he asked. Cynthia shook her head and replied, "I don't know where to start, I want to process things first for the time being" Hector nodded and said, "Sure. Call me if you ever need me

Once Cynthia stepped out of the hospital, she raised her head to gaze at the sky. The sun was shining brightly, but she felt cold and desolate.

She was not related to Rachel by blood; Rachel was not her biological mother Cynthia spent a long time trying to figure out why things were the way they were, but she couldn't come up with an answer. However, Cynthia was sure that Rachel must have known that she was not her biological daughter. Otherwise, Rachel wouldn't have talked about their blood types.

There was only one possibility-when Dennis had switched the babies, he hadn't done it for just one pair. The victims were not limited to two families; it could have been three, four, five, or even six. It was all so complicated. However, Dennis, the only one who knew the truth, was already dead.

For the first time, Cynthia was at a complete loss. She had actually hoped that Rachel would be her biological mother. That

way.

at least, she would have a bond with someone in the world.

She had especially hoped that Rachel would be her biological mother after learning that Rachel had not abandoned her on purpose. At least Cynthia knew there was one person in the world who would never give up on her. She did not believe that a mother would give up on her biological child, just as Selena had not given up on Shirley, even though she knew that Shirley had a terrible personality and could not be trusted with significant responsibility.

However, now Cynthia felt completely lost. She was neither Selena's nor Rachel's daughter. There were countless bonds in the world, yet none had the slightest connection to her.

Thousands of homes were brightly lit as families gathered, but none were Cynthia's family. Suddenly, she felt like she was the only one left in the world, engulfed by a great sense of loneliness, like a poison eroding her organs, nerves, and soul.

That afternoon, Cynthia spent her time walking along the busies street in the city. Despite the bustling crowds in that prosperous city, she felt like a ghost, lost in the sea of people.