After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

"Huh?" Maria looked at the text message, finding it almost laughable. Mary? Her mother?

She had grown up in an orphanage and was later handpicked and trained by Lucas. There was a time when she had searched for her biological parents, but the technology back then wasn't advanced enough to find them. After some time, she gave up.

Now, out of nowhere, someone claimed to be her mother?

Maria stared at the message for a moment, deep in thought, before getting up and heading into another room.

The room was soundproof, and the computer equipment was state-of-the-art. She powered up her computer and quickly began tracking the number. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, and soon enough, the screen was filled with the information she had been looking for.

She clicked through the data, stopping at a photo of a family of three. The man appeared humble, and the woman looked tired and worn out, but her features hinted at a once-beautiful face. It wasn't hard to imagine that she had been quite the beauty in her younger years. Between them stood a boy, glaring at the camera with arrogance. While the parents were dressed modestly, the boy was decked out in designer clothes and expensive sneakers. His hair was neatly styled, and he had the overfed look of a child with more than enough to eat.

"Tsk..."

scrolling through the family's records, piecing

had two children, but there was no information about the first one just a record of

"Tsk..."

By the time he was fifteen, the boy had become addicted to online gambling, sinking the family into heavy debt. They sold their house and land to cover some of the losses, but the son continued gambling and

that they were out of options, they had decided to come looking for their first child?

this really her

the computer, deciding not to

people were indeed her biological parents, she had no intention of acknowledging them. And they had better stay away from her-because

later, Maria finally went to the studio and

she arrived, Sidney was already there, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black trousers. His short hai was neatly styled, and his clean-cut face bore its usual calm expression. When she walked in, his gaze lingered on her briefly