All Chapters of Fake Dating The Tycoon Lawyer : Chapter 81 - Chapter 86

Upon hearing the information, Anders' face pales as it drains of color. “Which Judge Brad?” He asks for clarity. Nikas glances at him. He expects Anders to know him. They work in law court and before he retired, Brad may have sat as judge over a few cases Anders must have handled. “The retired Judge Brad. Recently appointed commissioner by the governor. One of the members of the California Energy commission. You should know him.” Anders can only just stare. Nikas' description of the man is not only detailed but also current. “You don't know him?” Nikas presses, his tone expressing his wonder at the look of oblivion on Anders’ face. Anders is too tongue-tied to respond. Of course he knows the man. He knows him on a personal level. His background, his education, family. And never has there been a mention that he has a son. Retired judge Brad has no children. That's what everyone knows. “But- he doesn't- you mean Paul is his son? Adopted?” Anders stutters through his inquiries.

“I already told you I'd take you there tomorrow.” Irene says. Her voice is tinge in irritation. Her face scrunches up as she tries to focus on the potato she's peeling.It's getting harder and harder to avoid taking Electra to Nikas. Her excuses are becoming less creative as Electra easily maneuvers them.“That's what you've been saying for the past two days.” Electra argues.Electra eyes Irene, suspicion embedded deep in her eyes. She's not a kid. She can sense when something feels amiss.“Is there something you're not telling me?”Fear and shock zap through Irene's spine. She presses the silver steel with force, and it cuts right through the potato and digs into the skin of her palm.The potato turns crimson with Irene's blood. Irene hisses and jerks the potato out of her grasp.The cut is deep. Her blood spills over the top of the island. She bites her tongue, hissing through the pain as she turns towards the sink.Opening the tap, she lets the water run over her hand, washing the

Shame cheers Anders as he walks towards the open door. His jaws tick, fingers dig into his palms balled at his sides. His strides are long, solid and hurried. He wants to be out of here as quickly as possible. Away from this and away from her.Calling himself a fool feels like a compliment. He feels worse. Stup¡d! He reaches his car and slides inside. His raging finger grip the steering wheel.What was he thinking coming here? He scoffs as he remembers. He catches movement from his rear view mirror. A figure standing by the door, eyes trained on him.He kicks start the engine and ease the car I to the road. He doesn't want to be seen loitering, lingering or seething.His foot presses hard on the accelerator, propelling the car at a speed that will get the attention of the traffic police. Anders doesn't care. He's too p¡ssed to care.Angry at Irene, at Electra, but most of all at himself. He's been fighting an invisible battle. Looking for someone who didn't want to be found.He ste