Ice-Cold Ceo, Crazy Love

“Are you sure?” Eason furrowed his brow. “If you really can’t handle it, making someone disappear suddenly is, in fact, quite easy for me.”

Eason was speaking the truth.

The world may seem bright, but there’s never a shortage of darkness beneath the surface.

And with his status as the primary heir of the Tonico, making someone as insignificant as Monica vanish would be a piece of cake.

Susan was startled.

What kind of ruthless Eason’s words were this?

Eason, a businessman, talking so casually about making people disappear. It wasn’t that a bit too harsh?

Moreover, although Susan didn’t like Monica, she didn’t think the situation had reached such a dire level.

Susan was about to say something.

Ben spoke up in a detached tone, “Making a person disappear is the most useless form of punishment. Monica will pay the price she deserves.”

He gently patted Susan’s head. “Don’t worry, I have it under control.”

Susan let out a sigh of relief.

“But…” Eason started to say something more.

Suddenly, Ben gave him a,meaningful look. “You don’t need to worry about Monica. Eason, it’s getting late. Do you plan to continue playing cards, or is it time to leave?”

Eason’s voice halted, and panic visibly took over his expression.

Susan glanced at Eason and then at Ben, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.

She always felt there was something being kept from her between Ben and Eason.

Previously, when Ben invited Eason over to play cards, Susan found it strange.

Now, that feeling of strangeness climbed to its peak.

She had a premonition.

Her questions, she thought, would probably be answered tonight.

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Under Susan’s clear gaze, sweat began to bead on Eason’s forehead, drop by drop.

He had planned to come clean to Susan tonight.

But even after days of mental preparation, when he finally faced Susan, panic set in.

He couldn’t bring himself to speak and just kept dragging it on.

And so he dragged it until now.

“Is there nothing else? Susan, let’s see our guest out,” Ben said.

“Wait a minute,” Eason wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurriedly said, “I have something to say.”

“Then speak,” Ben said coolly.

Susan also looked at him with curiosity.

Under Susan’s gaze, Eason’s voice started to tremble.

He hurriedly said, “I just wanted to ask Ms. Miller if I could take a little blood from you.”

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Realizing how direct he was, Eason quickly said, ‘I mean… I mean it like that. What I’m saying is, even a hair with the root would do.”

Susan’s look slowly changed.

It began with surprise.

Then it morphed into the kind you’d give to someone acting crazy.

Eason was about to lose his mind, and he wiped his sweat again. “Ms. Miller, please don’t misunderstand. Actually,

the thing is… you are actually my sister… no, that’s not right, you could possibly be my sister. Personally, I feel

there’s a big chance of that. But based on your background, it seems unlikely, yet I still feel…”

Eason’s words were jumbled.

Ben was speechless.

Susan was speechless.

Susan glanced at Ben. “What is he talking about?”

Ben quickly shook his head. “I have no idea.”

Eason’s face turned beet red. “I… I…”

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He wanted to explain everything clearly.

But in front of Susan, his usually smooth eloquence just wouldn’t come through.

After struggling for a while, Eason looked pleadingly at Ben.

Susan also looked at Ben. “You seem to know something?”

“Right, right, he knows everything, let him tell it,” Eason said with a sigh of relief.

Ben was speechless.

What was this, trouble falling from the sky?

But looking at Eason, he was truly pitiful.

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But seeing Eason’s pitiable state, Ben decided to speak up concisely, “It’s nothing much. His biological sister has gone missing, and you resemble his mother’s youthful appearance. He thinks you might be his biological sister and wants to do a test to confirm.”

Eason was not pleased.

it was too concise.”

In his mental script, he had planned to vividly paint the picture of a mother’s longing for her daughter, and his own long search, all to score some good impression points in front of Susan.

Eason disapproved of his storytelling?

Ben said impatiently, “Then do it yourself.”

Eason opened his mouth to speak, but then looking at Susan…

He chickened out again.

He stuttered, “That’s… that’s pretty much it. Ms. Miller, I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a simple test to

determine if there’s a familial relationship between us.”

Finally, he got the words out.

Eason let out a long sigh of relief.

“Sure,” Susan said, “If hair will do, shall I pluck a few strands for you?”

As she spoke, Susan was about to reach for her hair.

Eason was astounded. “You… you’re agreeing just like that?”

Susan’s face was the picture of nonchalance. “There’s nothing to refuse, really. My last name is Miller, yours is

Nicholas. It’s quite unlikely that we’re related. But you’ll probably never be at peace without a test. It’s not difficult to do, so why not?”

Susan’s attitude was very composed.

Eason was speechless.

Therefore, why didn’t he say it directly at the beginning.

If he had said it directly, the results might have come out by now!

While he was questioning his approach to life, Susan had already plucked a few hairs with follicles attached.

She looked at Eason and said, “Is this enough?”

Eason, in a daze, took out a specimen bag, in a daze collected the hair, and then with the same dazed nod, he agreed.

“Alright, you can go now.” Ben gestured dismissively.

Eason gripped the specimen bag tightly, then looked at Susan earnestly. “Ms. Miller, I’m going to rush back to Tonico with the sample for testing. The results should be back in two or three days. Il contact you then.”

“Sure,” Susan responded with a smile.

She didn’t believe for a second that she and Eason shared any blood relation.

So she didn’t feel worried or anxious at all.

Eason, treasuring Susan’s hair like it was a precious relic, left.

Susan glanced at Ben. “You knew about this all along?”

“Not really, just figured it out the last time we went skating,” Ben explained.

Susan smiled. “Although I too hope I’m not from the Miller family, Eason is probably in for a disappointment.”

She and Yana were fraternal twins, sharing the same rare blood type.

Even though Carl and Jane hadn’t been kind to her growing up, Susan never doubted she was from the Miller family.

“Either way, giving him an answer will let him put it to rest,” Ben said.

Susan nodded in agreement.

The couple quickly put the matter out of their minds.

In Tonico.

Eason hurried home, not eager to inform his parents just yet. Instead, he sent Susan’s hair, along with his own, to the lab immediately.

If it could be proven that he and Susan were biological siblings, it would mean that Susan was indeed from the

Nicholas family.

After submitting the samples, Eason waited eagerly for the outcome.

Would this wait bring hope or despair?