CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: HAVE ANOTHER CHILD

Nighttime, in the Faulkner Family’s study.

Alaric Faulkner was sitting behind the desk, with a piece of information displayed on his computer.

It was sent by Estelle Sterling, a piece of exclusive news for a hundred bucks, which he received after transferring the money.

Estelle Sterling: "Sister Eleanor said the interview results were great, she seems very happy."

Alaric Faulkner slowly curled his lips; he invested money in the Sheffield Family, Eleanor Sterling would surely pass.

Now, it seems the Sheffield Family doesn’t want to offend The Sterling Family, so they are stalling.

Alaric Faulkner’s thoughts drifted, his eyes were darker than the night; he couldn’t believe he was doing such a thing to win a woman’s favor.

What kind of magic does Eleanor Sterling possess?

Even hearing such news now could make him extremely happy.

A ’click’ from the turning of the doorknob interrupted Alaric Faulkner’s thoughts.

He turned his head to see Faye Sterling standing in the doorway of the study, wearing a seductive camisole sleepwear.

Alaric Faulkner furrowed his brows tightly, "What’s the matter?"

Faye Sterling looked nervously at Alaric Faulkner, then closed the door and walked over.

"Alaric, you’re not sleeping yet?"

Alaric Faulkner’s face was expressionless, "Your room is next door, have you forgotten the way, need me to call a servant to take you there?"

"No need, Alaric... I just..."

This evening, Faye Sterling had specially put on makeup and wore lingerie in a lace seductive style, the kind that could instantly arouse desire in men.

She still stubbornly believed she was not inferior to Eleanor Sterling; if Alaric Faulkner slept with her...

Faye Sterling lifted her eyes, discreetly glanced at Alaric Faulkner, only to find him focused on his computer, not even sparing her a glance.

"Alaric, shouldn’t we have another child?" Faye Sterling tentatively spoke.

Upon hearing this, Alaric Faulkner’s eyes instantly turned cold, and his gaze towards Faye Sterling was frighteningly sharp.

He curled his lips with ridicule, "One heir is enough. If you’re really that idle, then learn to interact well with little Caleb."

Caleb Faulkner preferred Eleanor Sterling, an outsider, more than his own biological mother, Faye Sterling.

That shows how failed she is as a mother.

"But with such a family, having more children brings more fortune, isn’t it a bad idea to let little Caleb have another brother?"

Hearing these words, Alaric Faulkner sneered, "Another brother?"

Faye Sterling thought she had convinced him, a fleeting gleam passed in her eyes as she bravely stepped forward.

"Yes, little Caleb is too lonely by himself, having another brother would be better for his character; little Caleb is too cold."

Alaric Faulkner’s deep eyes lowered, thinking of Estelle Sterling.

Indeed, they were two extremes from Caleb, lively and cheerful.

"You’ve made a point; Caleb should have another brother to watch over him."

Faye Sterling’s heart began to race; she reached out, intending to undo Alaric Faulkner’s shirt buttons.

"Alaric, then let’s..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as her hand touched the collar of Alaric Faulkner’s shirt, he tightly grabbed it, squeezing it severely, almost crushing her bones.

"Ouch! Alaric, my hand hurts." Faye Sterling’s face turned pale; cold sweat trickled from her forehead.

Alaric Faulkner pushed her away with a darkened face, "Get out."

Faye Sterling’s eyes were red, "Alaric, you just said..."

Didn’t he say he would find a brother for Caleb Faulkner?

Alaric Faulkner coldly stared at her and said, "I’ll find a brother for Caleb Faulkner; you don’t have to worry."

"Find a brother?" Faye Sterling suddenly realized what it meant—a person without a blood relation, to be Caleb Faulkner’s brother?

She looked utterly embarrassed, feeling deeply struck.

Faye Sterling said tremblingly, "Alaric, even when drugged, you won’t touch me, and you’d rather find someone without blood relations to be Caleb Faulkner’s brother!

Yesterday, you even went for a candlelight dinner with Eleanor Sterling; do you regard me that lowly?"

Catching the meaning in Faye Sterling’s words, Alaric Faulkner frowned and asked, "What did you say?"

When did he go for a candlelight dinner with Eleanor Sterling yesterday? What nonsense is this woman talking?