All Chapters of My Fiancé's Uncle is Obsessed With Me!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Emily By the time I got home, the sky had already darkened. The house stood quiet as always—large, polished, and strangely cold despite the warm lights glowing from the windows. It had never really felt like home. Not after my mother died. I stepped inside, handing my bag to one of the house staff before asking casually, "Is my father home?" "Yes, Miss," the maid replied. "He's in his study." I thanked her and headed to the study. The door was slightly ajar when I reached the hallway. I knocked lightly. "Come in." His voice sounded impatient. I pushed the door open. My father sat behind his large desk, glasses low on his nose as he reviewed documents under the warm glow of the desk lamp. He barely glanced up when I entered. "Yes?" His tone already carried dismissal. Still, I stepped inside. "Father, can I talk to you about something?" He sighed. "If it's not related to the company, make it quick." I swallowed. "It's about my mother." The effect was immediate. His pen st

Adrian The embezzlement case was more buried than I'd imagined. Erased records. Sealed files. I now understood why the truth remained buried. Most people would eventually give up once the trail went cold. Unfortunately for whoever buried this one— I wasn't most people. Besides, I had a very strong reason to solve this case: Emily. It had taken nearly a week. A week of pulling favors, leaning on old contacts, accessing records that technically weren't meant to be accessed anymore. Daniel had even complained twice that digging this far into decade-old financial trails was "borderline archaeological work." But eventually, the pieces began falling into place. And when they did… Even I had to sit back in silence for a moment. Daniel stood across my office desk, tablet in hand. "You were right about the embezzlement," he said. I leaned back in my chair. "I know." "At first it looked like random discrepancies," he continued. "Small amounts spread across different accounts so it woul

Emily When I finally received Adrian's message the next day at work, I rushed out of the office immediately. When I saw him, I knew something wasn't right. I wouldn't like the outcome of the investigation—I could tell. When he slid the document toward me, I opened it impatiently, but when I skimmed through the files, I didn't know how to react. For a long time, I simply sat there, staring at the documents, my eyes moved over the numbers, the transaction records, the approvals, but none of it really made sense in my head. My father. The person siphoning money from the company. The thought refused to settle in my mind. "…That's not possible," I murmured. Adrian didn't interrupt me. He simply watched me quietly, his expression serious. My fingers tightened around the file. "But why?" The question escaped before I could stop it. "Why would he do that?" I shook my head slowly, trying to piece things together. "My father… he already had everything." Adrian remained silent. "He w

Emily I tried to move, but my body ached, my head throbbed, and a dry taste lingered at the back of my throat. I pushed Adrian's hand away, my hands pulling up the covers as I checked myself frantically. I was in my nightwear. I pushed him off the bed with my leg and sat up, triggering a headache that made me wince. Adrian fell with a thud, a groan slipping out of him. I held the sheets closer to me as I stared at him with a thousand questions in my head. He looked up at me from the bed, his hands rubbing his eyes. "Why am I here?" I asked. "What do you mean?" he replied, tilting his head in amusement. He's amused? This whole thing is amusing to him? "I mean... why am I here in your room?" I asked again, getting out of bed now and going close to the mirror. "Where else are you supposed to be?" After checking that I was proper in the mirror, I turned back to face him. He was sitting comfortably on the floor now, resting against the bed. "I'm supposed to be in my home..." I

Adrian After I dropped Emily, Daniel's voice was tense from the front of the car. "Sir… I think I found something. About the man your investigation flagged as your primary lead—the one who was involved with Emily's mother." "Go on." "He… he had a close friend," Daniel continued. "Someone Emily's mother trusted completely. She's still alive, sir, and apparently she remembers him clearly. You'd want to speak to her directly." I didn't need more encouragement. I gave Daniel the address and instructions to schedule a discreet meeting. My mind was already running ahead, imagining how this conversation would go. Every piece of the puzzle about Emily's mother, her lover, and the scandal could finally fall into place. And Emily would be back by my side. Everything would go back to normal. As I walked into the company's elevator, Daniel going through my schedule beside me, I came face to face with the last person I wanted to see today. Viktor. Things were already improving between me a