Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

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Richelle Dunn was thinking about whether or not to call Hugo Camrey to discuss the matter when the phone rang. It was Hugo Camrey himself.

“Richelle, have you seen the online comments attacking the Lewis Group?”

Richelle pushed open the terrace door and stepped out.

“I’ve seen them. They’re clearly the work of paid posters.”

Hugo Camrey sounded a little anxious and worried.

“With this, the Dunns might be able to make a beautiful comeback.

Although Richelle had initially thought those comments were terrible when she first saw them, she soon adjusted her mindset.

“What are you talking about? That’s the Lewis Group!

Yes, that’s the Lewis Group, the number one company in the Federation.

How could it be affected by such a small wave of paid posters?

With Richelie’s reminder, Hugo Camrey also regained some common sense.

“You’re right, the public relations team of the Lewis Group should be able to

outpace these paid posters by a few streets.”

Richelle self-mockingly thought she had probably been frightened by the Dunn family’s trap. She was alarmed by the slightest sign and thought a storm was coming.

“By the way, I have information on Harris Dunn, and I will email it to you

later.”

Hugo Camrey was surprised, “You found out so quickly? How did you get it? I’ve been working hard for the last few days and haven’t gotten any clues.”

Richelle just briefly explained, “I heard about it through other channels, but

the information is true.”

Hugo Camrey responded with a simple, “Okay, I won’t leak the information.

Richelle didn’t press for more, anyway; the fact that the anonymous benefactor had sent such detailed information showed his clear intentions.

He wanted not only Jayden Dunn to fall, but also to remove Harris Dunn, the future successor, to eliminate future troubles.

Richelle silently speculated, I know the Dunns have wronged me by killing my father and stealing my children, so I want them dead. But what did the Dunns do to you, dear benefactor?

After Richelle finished talking with Hugo Camrey and returned to the living room, she opened Microgrid again and noticed that the one-sided online sentiment had begun to change gradually.

“What’s called weak? The Dunns’ own violations were investigated by the regulatory authorities, and you blame the Lewis Group for being too dominant? Did the Lewis Group force you to break the rules?”

“The Dunns’ own violations came first. The Lewis Group is only trying to protect their business and interests from being implicated. How is that wrong?”

“It’s not your fault for being weak, but when you clearly make a mistake and then blame others, you’re not only wrong, but also disgusting and shameless!

The online sentiment was slowly turning due to these seemingly sarcastic but well-founded comments.

Apparently, the Lewis Group’s public relations team had begun to take action.

Richelle simply logged out of Microgrid, realizing that she had overreacted and worried for no reason.

At noon, as usual, Nathan Caroule brought a pile of work to the Lewis residence. They worked in the study until 2 pm when Uncle Axel brought them some tea and refreshments. The two then moved from the desk to the small living room to take a break.

Roy Lewis was drinking tea, but his thoughts were still on the plan they had

just discussed.

Unconsciously, he took a bite of a snack and was instantly amazed by the subtle orange fragrance.

Seeing that Uncle Axel was still tidying up the study, Roy instructed him.

“Uncle Axel, pack some of today’s refreshments. I’ll take them for the kids to

eat.”

The chef at the Lewis family was now focused on developing various snacks and dishes suitable for children’s tastes. Somehow, they had gotten the message that as long as they could make delicious snacks suitable for the children, their jobs would be secure.

Nathan had heard that his boss now treated Dr. Dunn’s two children as his own, but there was still a big difference between witnessing it firsthand and hearing about it from others.

“Sir, should I buy some gifts for Dr. Dunn’s children?

Nathan thought to himself how bitter his job had become, as he now had to serve the boss, the young master, the future mistress, and the two little masters and princesses – a whole basketball team!

This assistant job wouldn’t be possible without a raise!

Unfortunately for Nathan, Roy bluntly rejected his suggestion.

“There’s no need. Timothy and Tifanny are very picky. You don’t know them well enough to buy something suitable.”

Nathan silently cursed his boss for being stingy, afraid that the gifts he bought would be too good and outshine his own, perhaps?

“Fine, then I won’t buy it.”

Feeling that his work enthusiasm had been severely suppressed, Nathan picked up his phone and started browsing the web while sipping tea.

As he was browsing, he suddenly exclaimed, “Huh?

Roy had long been used to Nathan’s quirky demeanor, so he calmly sipped his tea.

Nathan, however, handed the phone over. “Look, sir, doesn’t this little piano prodigy look just like our Mr. Timmy?

Roy had originally just glanced at it perfunctorily, but then he was also shocked by the little girl’s face, which looked exactly like Timmy’s.

“What’s this little girl’s name?”

If it weren’t for the girl’s long hair and beautiful princess dress, and her sweet smile, Roy would have thought it was his son.

“Her name is Aurora, a piano prodigy who suddenly emerged from South Asia last year. It is said that she received several invitations from prestigious music schools just after turning four.”

As Nathan spoke, he clicked on a performance video of this princess named Aurora, and the two of them watched a short clip together.

Roy was even more certain that this little girl was just a coincidence, with a face almost identical to Timmy’s.

But it couldn’t be Timmy.

Firstly, Timmy had no sense of tune, let alone playing such beautiful music, he couldn’t even play “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”

Secondly, Timmy had never been to South Asia, so there was no possibility of disguising himself as a girl.

“It’s just a coincidence!”

That was the only explanation Roy could give.

Nathan joked, “If this little princess weren’t a native of South Asia, I would think she’s Timmy’s twin sister!”

Roy just chuckled and didn’t take his words too seriously.

In the evening, Roy brought freshly made orange-flavored tea snacks to Richelle’s house. As soon as he entered, he smelled the fragrance of braised pork filling the house.

Richelle, wearing an apron and coming out to open the door for Roy, took the large bag from him.

As he leaned against the wall to change shoes, his smiling eyes fell on Richelle.

“So, the braised pork has finally been scheduled?”

Richelle nodded. “If I didn’t schedule it, Timmy would have thrown a tantrum.” Roy half-jokingly said, “Not just Timmy, I would have protested too!” Seeing Roy drifting further away from his original steady and restrained character, Richelle was speechless.

“Mr. Lewis, don’t add to the chaos, I have to pamper Timmy since he’s a child.” In other words, Roy was an adult, and she didn’t have to pamper him.

Roy felt somewhat annoyed by Richelle’s differential treatment but didn’t want to show it.

“I’m just protesting on behalf of Timmy!”

The two chatted and entered the living room, one after the other.

In the living room, a few children were huddled on the sofa playing some game. When they saw Roy coming, they looked up, greeted him, and continued playing their little game.

Not knowing what Timmy had said, Tiffany clung to Timmy’s arm and acted coquettishly. “Big brother, don’t be like this to me! Big brother…” Seeing the two of them so close, Roy suddenly thought of the little prodigy Nathan had mentioned.

Roy, who had never set foot in the kitchen before, followed Richelle into the kitchen as if possessed.

Richelle was the only one in the kitchen today, and she was somewhat surprised to see Roy walk in.

“Mr. Lewis, dinner is almost ready. You can just sit and wait for a while.” The kitchen in Richelle’s house was not large, and Roy was tall and big, so when he stood inside, she felt as if the air had become thinner.

Considering all the inexplicable things he’d said recently, both overtly and covertly, Richelle was tense and stiff, wishing she could turn around and give him a kick, booting him out of the kitchen.

Roy seemed to understand that his presence might be unsettling, so he leaned against the door frame, maintaining a safe distance from her and gazing at her back in a leisurely manner.

“Nathan mentioned that there’s a little piano prodigy named Aurora from South Asia who looks exactly like Timmy.. Do you know about her?”