All Chapters of His Hidden Game: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Matteo had just survived what might have been the hardest days of his life. He’d already been exhausted, but staring at those pin-sized watch components made his eyelids even heavier. If not for the fate of his precious toys, he would never have sat through these “lessons.” Claire had warned him: if Josef complained about his attitude or told him not to come back, the yacht was gone. His mother scared him more than anyone—his father included.The morning began exactly like the previous one. Claire dragged him off that sagging, unsupportive hotel mattress and shoved him into the car. The only difference was that today she whispered an extra instruction on the way.Inside Josef’s workshop, they sat at the long table. Josef occupied one side, while Violet and Matteo sat shoulder to shoulder across from him, both staring at the three tiny screws laid out on a white cloth. Edward was away in Geneva for business these two days.Josef leaned back slightly, arms folded, watching them with th

At a café overlooking a postcard-perfect view, Claire sat poised as if relaxed, but the two empty coffee cups on the table and her constant checking of the time betrayed the tension coiled inside her. According to schedule, the DNA report should have arrived by now. Fifteen minutes late, her assistant finally rushed in, breathless, and handed her the envelope. Claire dismissed him with a flick of her fingers and began to tear open the seal, unaware that her hands were trembling.The report slipped out inch by inch. Her eyes darted straight to the conclusion.“No biological relationship detected.”She scanned it again. There it was—bold, undeniable: 0.00% probability of kinship.Claire’s breath hitched. For a second she froze, stunned by how far this result was from what she had feared. Then her lungs finally released, and the tight wire inside her snapped loose. So she had been overthinking. Violet wasn’t Josef’s granddaughter. Claire set the report aside with a careless motion and

Night had settled in, the mountains outside reflected faintly against the window. A warm yellow lamp lit the room, and the wooden table glowed under it. Soft potatoes, thin slices of dried meat, cheese, and the scent of white wine and garlic filled the air. The soup was still steaming.Simple Swiss home cooking—nothing fancy—but it made the room feel incredibly cozy.Josef placed a crisp-skinned potato onto Violet’s plate. “It’ll take me about a month to wrap up everything here,” he said gently. “So wait for me in America, all right?”He paused before adding, “And let’s keep our relationship quiet for now. The more I think about it, the more I’m sure someone was messing with things. Every time I got close to a clue about you, it vanished. Once is coincidence—this many times? Someone was interfering.”He remembered too clearly how, on his way to England years ago, someone had swapped another child’s information with Violet’s, making him believe she had died. If Bastien hadn’t noticed

It wasn’t long before Violet came downstairs, carrying a beautifully wrapped box in both hands. Serena and her two friends exchanged a quick glance—too quick—before they pretended to sip their tea as if nothing had happened.Violet stepped forward and held the box out toward Serena. Serena glanced at it… but didn’t take it.Violet blinked, unsure, and took a small step closer.And that was when someone—whether by “accident” or not—stuck out a foot.Violet’s toe caught.Her whole body pitched forward.Her first instinct was to clutch the box as tightly as she could. Cold sweat broke out instantly. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, but she couldn’t stop it—her fingers slipped, the box shot out of her hands——and just before her body hit the floor, an arm wrapped around her waist from behind, yanking her upright.Her back landed against Julian’s chest. His grip was strong, steady… but the moment her lower back brushed his abdomen, he flinched—just barely—and pulled back. She didn

Julian turned his face away, refusing to touch that last remark.His voice dropped low and steady, “You never thought any of the things you did would come out, did you? You cost two people their lives. My brother was in the prime of his damn life.”Serena snorted. “Don’t twist it. The one who wanted your brother and your father dead was one of his business rivals. Not me. I’m not that powerful.”“You—” Julian’s brows drew tighter. “You really want to say you had nothing to do with it? Then why did you stir everyone up at the funeral, calling me an unfilial son? You knew I was off-grid camping—I couldn’t receive a single message.”“They died, and suddenly you became the rightful heir. And why should everything go to you? I’ve put in more than enough in this family.” Serena shot back.“And WHAT do you know about business anyway?”“That company was built by my grandfather,” Julian said, each word clipped. “Even if someone else inherited it, it sure as hell wasn’t going to be you.”Serena