All Chapters of Secretly Loving My Adoptive Brother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

 With a confident stride and an intimidatingly cool demeanor, I entered the main conference room. As soon as the double doors swung wide open, the eyes of all the invited guests and the board of directors immediately turned to me.They were probably dying of curiosity. After all, their top executive had never once been late to an important meeting. What’s more, I was someone who detested indiscipline and tardiness above all else. I would immediately impose strict penalties on anyone who arrived late or made even the slightest mistake. Yet today, I was the one who had committed that very offense.“What exactly have you told them, Alex?” I asked directly, leaning forward in my executive chair at the head of the table.Alex nodded politely, then stepped closer to hand me the report. He explained in detail the projected profits if we were to expand with a new factory in City S, even though the location was quite far from the capital.

  Camila’s POV: I parked my electric bike in front of the hospital. Right now, nothing else was on my mind but Nicolas. What’s more, according to the resident I spoke to earlier, Nicolas’s head had been bleeding heavily. That terrible image pushed my panic to its absolute limit. I pushed the hospital’s glass door rather roughly. However, when the door swung open, it wasn’t the pungent smell of medicine or antiseptics that first hit my senses. Instead, it was the unmistakable scent of a familiar cologne that I hadn’t smelled in a very long time. Why am I smelling this scent here? I shook my head slowly, trying to convince myself I was imagining things. I had to refocus on Nicolas and push away the images of the man from my past that had suddenly flashed through my mind. “N

  My hand almost reached out to touch the little boy. But I blinked slowly when another hand suddenly grabbed his tiny body from behind—pulling him into a possessive embrace. I stared curiously at the man in the white doctor’s coat standing before me. “Nico, what are you doing here? Your mother is frantically looking for you over there,” the doctor said gently to the boy, then turned to look at me with a faint smile.“I’m sorry, sir. This is my patient; his mother is looking for him,” he explained politely. I nodded slowly, trying to steady my heart, which had suddenly started racing. “Ah, it’s okay, Doctor. He didn’t do anything wrong. He was just—” “Dad…” the little boy interrupted softly, instantly cutting off my sentence mid-sentence. The doctor was slig

Javier’s POV: “Welcome, Mr. Javier.”I nodded and offered a faint smile as the mayor of City S greeted me. I politely accepted his outstretched hand, then glanced at the rows of residents who had gathered to fill the auditorium.“I’ve already assured all the residents that the construction of the factory in this city won’t pollute their water sources or farmland,” the mayor explained.“Thank you, Mr. Mayor. I’ll also educate them directly that the presence of this factory will actually significantly boost the local economy,” I replied. My eyes continued to scan every face in the room, hoping to spot Camila among them.“All right, Mr. Javier. You can begin your briefing right away. The residents here are very open-minded and welcome any development programs, as long as they’re for the betterment of this city.”“Yes, I understand.”One by one

  Javier’s POV“Sir, may I ask you a question?” I asked the mayor, my voice trembling slightly.“Yes, what is it, Mr. Javier? Is there a mistake in the document?” the mayor asked, puzzled.I shook my head slowly, then pointed to the sheet of paper in my hand—specifically to the name at the very bottom of the list.“This… is Camila’s name. Is she a woman around twenty-seven years old, with fair skin and long black hair?”The mayor gave a faint smile as he looked at me. “Yes, that’s correct, sir. She’s the most beautiful widow in this city.”A widow?! My heart was pounding erratically. Was this the wrong person? Or… had Camila actually been married to another man all this time?!“A widow? Has she been married before?” I asked, demanding confirmation.“That’s right, sir. Her husband died fiv