Chapter 1205: Chapter 1205: Information about Clayton Howard Chapter 1205: Chapter 1205: Information about Clayton Howard Nearby, feeling his icy attitude, Camila Walker took Jose Pearce’s arm, turned around, and left, “Let’s go.”
Watching the pair walk away shoulder to shoulder, Leon Hayden felt an indescribable agitation in his heart but had nowhere to vent it; he could only suppress it!
“Mr. Chairman, so you were here, I’ve been looking for you for half a day!”
Seeing his suddenly appearing assistant, Leon Hayden glanced at him irritably, his gaze sowhat frosty.
At the receiving end of that look, the assistant felt a chill run through his entire body, as if he had been shot.
He had just appeared; he shouldn’t have provoked their Mr. Chairman—why then…
“Mr., Mr. Chairman, here are the docunts you requested. Everything, it’s all inside.”
Seeing his ice-cold deanor, the assistant cautiously handed over the docunts he was holding.
He was puzzled as to why the Chairman, who was supposed to return to South Korea last week, had suddenly decided to stay in England, and the purpose was…
To investigate a man nad Clayton Howard.
Regarding this Clayton Howard, when he saw the photo, he was also shocked.
He had never imagined that there could be two people on Earth who looked exactly alike!
But who was Clayton Howard, really? And why did Mr. Chairman want to investigate him?
The assistant was completely baffled and could only scratch his head, following behind Leon Hayden.
Back at the Hotel, Leon Hayden took out the docunts from the file bag and looked through the photos inside, he too was startled.
Although he had seen his ex-wife’s husband’s photos at her ho, looking at them now still shocked him.
After all, he had never thought that there would be a man who looked exactly like him in this world.
Was he really himself?
And was he really Camila Walker’s ex-husband involved in an accident four years ago?
If all this were true, then why did he appear in South Korea as the sole heir of KM Group?
All of this left him sowhat perplexed; were these facts, or had his late grandfather concealed sothing about his origins?
As the sky darkened, Leon Hayden sat on the sofa, contemplating all this and couldn’t help feeling tired; he raised his hand to his forehead.
What were those fragnts that kept appearing in his mind these days? He tried to capture them, but they always eluded him, disappearing in an instant without a trace.
If he truly belonged to this city, why did he not have a single mory of it, finding everything completely unfamiliar?
Setting aside the docunts, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window inside the Hotel, stared at the neon lights outside the window, and fell into deep thought. Absentmindedly, he lit a cigarette; the thin smoke seed to express his mood at the mont.
Suddenly, he stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, picked up his car key, and left the Hotel.
Driving a limited-edition royal blue sports car, he zood through the bustling tropolis streets; the unfamiliar roads, the unfamiliar city—none of it held any impression in his mind.
Perhaps he really wasn’t Clayton Howard, after all; perhaps this was all just a coincidence.
Even if the docunts could be wrong, how could the DNA paternity test he had with his grandpa be mistaken?
Thinking about this, the corners of Leon Hayden’s mouth curled into a self-deprecating, cold smile.
To think he had chosen to stay in England for such a noble-sounding reason—it was so unlike him.
With that thought, he suddenly turned the steering wheel sharply, swinging the car around, ready to head back to the Hotel.
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