Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After

Chapter 859:

Collin glanced up as the door creaked open. “Where were you last night? Sneaking around?”

Dustin’s eye twitched. “Sneaking around?”

He slumped into the chair across from Collin, face full of frustration. “I was up all night because of you, and now you’re throwing jabs? That’s cold.”

Collin’s face tensed for a moment. Then, without missing a beat, he snapped, “If your brain’s still foggy, go home and clear it. Don’t bring your mess here.”

He tapped his pen twice against the desk, sharp and deliberate. “You’re lucky we don’t have any big meetings today. One more screw-up, and you’re on thin ice.”

Dustin stiffened, alert now, the warning sinking in. He sat up straighter, his tone defensive. “I have a good reason for the way I’m acting.”

Collin didn’t even look up from his papers. “Is it Dolores again?”

Dustin flushed at the name, gaze drifting. “No… But she agreed to let me chase after her.”

Collin scoffed coldly. “At this pace, I’ll be six feet under before I see your wedding invitation.”

“Don’t jinx it!” Dustin blurted, his ears turning pink. “If I stay focused, I can win her over soon.”

Collin shot him a side glance. “If things are going so well, why didn’t you sleep? Too happy to shut your eyes?”

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Dustin blinked, remembering the real reason he had come. “Collin, did you even hear what I said during our call yesterday?”

He watched closely, hoping for any sign that Collin remembered. Maybe Collin did have a past with someone… but the memory was buried too deep to reach.

Still, Dustin couldn’t let it go. He had seen a boy yesterday. The boy looked just like Collin. It wasn’t the first time either. This was the second time.

As childhood friends, Dustin knew Collin’s face like the back of his hand. He could spot even the slightest resemblance. The first time, he told himself it was just a coincidence.

But seeing that boy again made his gut twist.

There was no brushing it off now.

That child might be Collin’s son.

“What did you say again?” Collin asked, his brows furrowed.

Dustin sighed. Collin never paid attention when he rambled. He always thought Dustin was just full of odd ideas. But this time, it was different.

Dustin jolted, a ripple of anxiety tightening his chest. “I saw a boy yesterday,” he blurted, his voice rising. “He looked exactly like you did as a kid—same face, same eyes. I’m telling you, it was uncanny.”

Collin scoffed without lifting his eyes from the desk. “You’re still trapped in one of your dreams? Go back to your room and quit interrupting. I’m working.”

But Dustin wasn’t backing down. “Collin, I’m serious! I saw him at the hospital—he looks exactly like you! Anyone would say the same! He could be your son, I mean it!”

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