After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant
Chapter 64 Go Finish The Job!

Chapter 64: Chapter 64 Go Finish The Job!

"Isn’t this great, Gabriel?!" Angelina celebrated meekly. "This wouldn’t have been possible if that night didn’t happen. You called it a mistake but I call it a miracle, Gabriel. It’s a miracle." She explained happily, ignorant to how Gabriel’s face knitted together in confusion as he stared at the positive lines on the pregnancy test stick.

Sure, under normal circumstances, this would have been a good news, great news even. But the circumstances right now, wasn’t the best. Especially when Angelina explained that the child she was carrying, his child, was conceived by the night at Stellar’s birthday party, they spent together. But he was damn sure that the person he slept with that night was Leonica!

A hundred percent sure. His memory and all served him well. The bracelet he had found the following morning was even another piece of evidence. And he had no memory whatsoever about spending any sort of time with Angelina.

Yet, here she was claiming to carry his child that had been conceived that night.

To say he was confused would be an understatement.

"Gabe? Is everything okay? Why are you silent, shouldn’t we be celebrating?" Angelina questioned after she noticed his quietness. But even after the question, he remained silent, mind reeling with different unanswered questions.

"Gabriel?"

"I’m fine," Gently, or so he intended to, but later ending up harshly shoving the test stick back into her hand, the confused noirette took a few steps back and forced a smile that turned out to look more like a twitch in his lips than an actual smile. "This, is nice?" The questioning intonation caused a look of confusion on both he and Angelina’s face.

"Gabe-"

"I’m sorry Angelina, but I have work to do." He interrupted her, taking yet another step back. His entire visage screamed of confusion towards the entire situation, a reaction that Angelina did not quite like, causing her hands to tighten around the test stick. "This is...nice." He repeated, this time making sure to drop the questioning intonation and managing a real smile. "Let’s discuss it later." Taking a step forward, he haughtily brought his lips onto her forehead, pecking it before turning on his heels without another word and walking out.

Down the stairs and out the door, the fished out his phone after successfully throwing his coat on. In seconds, Bill’s line was ringing with the phone pressed close to his ear.

"Mr. Bryce, is something the matter?" Bill answered, asking the question almost as if he could sense the distress his employer was feeling.

"Bill, I need-"

"You need me to do something?" The assistant interrupted, surprising Gabriel who had entered his car by this time. "What is it, Sir?"

"The surveillance footage from The Venue of Ms. Stellar’s birthday party-"

"I already checked it out, Sir. After you informed me of the incident of being drugged, I checked out the surveillance footage personally." Bill interrupted yet again, surprising Gabriel.

Talk about competence from an assistant.

Call him impressed.

"However Sir," Gabriel internally winced at the word ’however’. It was never something good. "It seems like the footage was tampered with and then deleted."

"What?" Gabriel’s face was once again painted in confusion.

"Yes Sir. I’ve tried restoring the footage, but it seems like it’d take quite some time." Bill informed, his voice holding some form of let down.

Gabriel sighed at this, trying to sort of at least calm his jumbled up mind. Today truly had been an assault of events.

"Get on it Bill. I want results, as soon as possible." He demanded.

"Yes Sir." Bill responded just as Gabriel ended the call.

Tossing his phone to the passenger seat, the male sighed out once again and placed his head on the steering wheel. The whole situation was too confusing, fishy even.

It was clear to him that Angelina was lying, but just what about?

What exactly was he missing? He quizzed internally, unaware of the pair of eyes that was wat hing him from above.

Angelina remained at her window watching as his car drove off the premise of her property before she allowed a string of curses escape her lips.

"...fucking hell." She finished the string of curses with that, swiping her hand across the table near her window.

A couple of ornaments fell to the floor, shattering, but Angelina didn’t care, now when Gabriel’s reaction had been the opposite of what she expected it to be.

He had looked confused instead of happy and that in turn, confused her just as much as it annoyed her. Didn’t he love her? Wasn’t this what he wanted?

Why was his reaction suddenly so different than what she had phantom in her entire imaginations?

The answer to her rampant questions came in the sound of a text message buzzing into her phone. The raging brunette located the device, swiping it open only to see it was a message from the detective she had hired the first time Leonica showed up at the banquet.

Yeah, that Guy, Detective Reeds.

Clicking on the message, she read carefully through it.

[Weekly update.] The first line read. Along with it was a few photos of Leonica and Gabriel in the hospital, placing a brown blanket over Leonica as she peacefully slept. [As per news from my sources, Mr. Bryce and my target has been requested to make plans for another child in other to solve future complications that may arise for Ashley Romero.]

Immediately she read those messages, her instant outburst was expected.

"That fucking slut! How dare she!" She screamed, kicking the dresser near her window. Yet another set of ornaments fell to the floor, facing the fate of it’s comrades before them. But their owner didn’t care. She was too busy cursing at a certain white-ette to care. "I’ll ruin her. I swear to God I’ll fucking ruin her! Her and that fucking useless son of hers, they fucking pay!"

Turning the screen of her phone on, she scrolled through her call list and clicked on the number at the bottom. It rang for a few seconds and the minute it was answered, she hissed venomously. "You fucking incompetence pig! One Job. One fucking job and what was that? Run the fucking boy over, but you failed. You fucking failed!"

"Ange, baby please listen to me-" The voice from the other side spoke, but before it could say anymore than the six words, Angelina harshly cut through.

"Don’t fucking call me that!" Inhaling, she calmed herself. Or at least tried to. "Now you listen to me, you’re going to get back out there and you are going to finish the fucking job! Or else before God and Man I swear I’ll fucking abort this child of yours, Stuart."