Chapter 13 The Child Who Looks Exactly Like the Young Master!

Seeing this woman twice in one day, her daughter twice too.

Marcus Sharp did not think it was any coincidence.

After Marcus's words fell, the little guy who had been lying on his shoulder the whole time without showing his face finally lifted his head.

Quiana tightly embraced Marcus's neck, with tears already swirling in his pitch-black eyes, reluctantly watching Ellie Doyle's receding figure, feeling unbearably wronged.

He wanted mommy's hugs too...

Not until Ellie's figure had disappeared from sight did he finally snap back to reality and lazily leaned back on Marcus's shoulder.

The hall manager was a young man not yet thirty, dressed in a black suit bearing the hotel logo, who had been waiting aside for quite some time.

Upon seeing Marcus Sharp appear, he immediately wagged his tail and squeezed forward, "Director Hayes, please follow me this way!"

Marcus Sharp did not respond to the other's words, his gaze sweeping over the guests who were sparsely leaving the venue, "Didn't I remind you all, to clear the place within ten minutes?"

He was quite dissatisfied with the hotel's efficiency.

A cold sweat broke out on the back of the hotel manager, as he forced a smile and stiffly spoke, "Director Hayes, some of the guests simply refused to leave immediately... so, so..."

"Idiot, what are you still explaining for? Don't let this happen again next time, got it?" Flynn Zimmerman remarked harshly as he smacked the hotel manager straight on the head and glared at him fiercely, "Get moving and show us the way!"

"Yes, yes, please follow me..." The hotel manager ducked his head, daring not to say another word, and rapidly led the way in front.

Outside the dining area.

Ellie Doyle was frantically pressing the elevator button.

Quiana hadn't had an episode for a long time, and since they were only out for a meal today and were returning to the hotel shortly, she hadn't brought the medication Quiana needed.

While Ellie furiously pressed the elevator button, hoping it would arrive quickly,

Quiana wasn't coughing anymore. He calmly tugged at Ellie's clothing, "Mommy, I'm fine now. Let's go straight to eat, we don't need to go back for medicine."

After seeing that her son indeed didn't have any symptoms,

Ellie's expression turned suspicious.

She checked her son's pulse and only after a long while stood up straight, crossing her arms to scrutinize her son, "Tell me, why did you lie to mommy just now?"

Quiana kept a straight face, his expression mirroring Ellie's, "Mommy, do you believe in instincts? Just now, my instinct told me that if we didn't leave quickly, something bad was going to happen next."

"Pfft."

Quiana's sister, sitting nearby, couldn't help but laugh out loud at her brother's solemn nonsense.

Feeling her brother's gaze, she quickly straightened up and shut her mouth obediently.

Ellie: "..."

Giving birth to these high-intelligence twins had always been Ellie's pride.

For the first time, she felt that sometimes being too intelligent might not be such a good thing.

Like just now.

She had felt the same sensation as Quiana.

Since her son didn't have any concerns, Ellie didn't dwell on the matter any longer.

Taking both children by the hand, Ellie marched toward the exit of the hotel.

Since the hotel was in the city center, there were many restaurants around, and a lot of hot pot places too.

Finally sitting down at a nearby hot pot restaurant, Ellie took the menu and let the two kids order their meal.

During the wait,

She was planning to take the time to tailor a health regimen suitable for Granny.

The elderly lady was getting on with age, and after surgery, she needed meticulous care to recover slowly. Any mishap could potentially cause unnecessary risks.

Ellie had just opened the laptop she carried when a message popped into her email inbox.

Someone was trying to track her location?

And.

The message was an hour old.

She noticed then that her phone had been switched off at some point.

This alert must have been sent when her phone had been off, unobserved by her until now.

Just as Ellie was about to open the email,

Another email probing her identity information popped up.

The IP address was the same?

With Ellie's unique identity, numerous invisible wealthy people were investigating her in secret.

This, to Ellie, was no surprise.

She was surprised that someone had actually locked onto her position and came close to finding her.

This was an unprecedented event.

Ellie Doyle grew a bit curious.

She also wanted to know who in the world had such ability.

After all, she had quite a bit of confidence in her computer skills.

Her fingertips danced lightly over the keyboard, and soon, Ellie Doyle discovered something even more interesting.

The location of the other party showed inside the hotel she had left not long ago.

Was it that man from earlier?

The image of Hugo Hayes flickered through Ellie Doyle's mind.

She didn't know why she thought of him.

Intuition told her there was a seventy percent chance it was that man with a face almost identical to Quiana's.

Ellie Doyle raised an eyebrow.

Things were getting interesting.

She hadn't started investigating him, but he had taken the initiative to probe into her first.

Staring at the computer screen, a playful glint flashed in Ellie Doyle's black pupils.

Then, her fingertips pressed a few keys on the keyboard.

...

A luxury hotel.

Waiters formed a long line, bringing slices of high-quality beef to a round table that could accommodate twenty people.

Marcus Sharp personally cooked a slice of meat for his son and placed it on his plate, then he received a message.

The identity information of that woman from before had been investigated.

A personal profile with crooked, uneven handwriting appeared in Marcus Sharp's field of vision.

The photo in the profile had a Snoopy pattern in the background, which looked quite outdated.

"Name: Ellie Doyle"

"Age: 9"

"Gender: Female"

"Hobbies: Drawing, piano, dancing."

"Wish: I hope my mom comes back to life."

Upon seeing this entry, something tugged at Marcus Sharp's heart.

But that was all.

His gaze shifted, and he noticed that in the personal photo section, there was an ID photo of a young girl with an innocent face stuck in place.

That must have been that woman as a child.

The face of the little girl who called him "Daddy" outside his company at noon today flashed through his mind.

Marcus Sharp suddenly felt a bit irritable.

He didn't linger on this page for too long.

He flipped casually to the next page.

It was a digital version of the introduction.

Finally, it was a lot more normal than the handwritten one from before.

The gist of it, Ellie Doyle's biological mother died right after her birth, and afterward, her father remarried, bringing in a half-sister who was only a few months younger than Ellie.

At nineteen, Ellie Doyle got pregnant before marriage and gave birth to a son and a daughter, then went abroad to further her studies.

He finished reading the personal profile.

Seeing that line about having a son and a daughter, Marcus Sharp felt a vague irritation.

Flynn Zimmerman spoke up at the right moment, "Director Hayes, shall we investigate this woman's other information?"

"No need," Marcus Sharp replied coldly, "She's not the person we're looking for."

Just as Marcus Sharp's voice fell,

A nearby waiter looking at Quiana's face muttered to himself, "I was wondering why that kid looked familiar; he looks too much like our young master..."

Another waiter whispered, "Not just similar, they're practically identical."