President's Genius Son novel Chapter 9

Kent had died five years ago in Hedy’s heart, but now she had to meet a dead man, she still felt like her throat was blocked with a stone.

She would like to see how shameless this pair of scum and bitch could be after five years!

With a sullen face, she took a cab to SG Group.

At this time, Kent also rushed back to the Moore Group.

He was eager to rush into the conference room to tell Victor the shocking news, but considering Victor’s consistent work-first principle, he still obediently waited at the door of the president's office.

He kept waiting in excitement and finally saw Victor imposingly stepping from the corridor. He’s wearing a well-cut high-fashion suit, which set off the whole person majestic and domineering.

Kent walked up to Victor, “Congratulations Victor! You got a son!”

Victor frowned, looked at Kent as if he was looking at an idiot, his tone was low, “Kent, do you want to go mining in Africa?”

“No... I don’t.” Originally, Kent was going to make fun of Victor, but he changed his mind after hearing what Victor said and handed the file envelope to Victor, “Here are the DNA test results, see for yourself.”

Only then did Victor remember what he had done yesterday, then his brow knitted tighter, and responded in a low voice，“OK.”

He took the file envelope and headed straight for his office.

Kent wanted to follow in to watch what reaction Victor would have while seeing the results, but considering Victor’s warning, Kent stopped in his tracks.

Victor walked into the office and sat down in his leather-backed chair with his two long legs folded and handsome face slightly serious, looking at the file envelope in his hand, the corners of his mouth hooked up in a thoughtful smile.

He knew full well that that little boy had absolutely nothing to do with him, but at that time he was still impressed by his sincere look and did this incredible thing that was not necessary.

But since the test results had come out, then he would just have a look at it before threw it away.

Victor lazily reached out and ripped open the sealed file, pulled out the documents inside, and flipped directly to the doctor's opinion. A large line of words came into his sight:

Based on the DNA test results, the possibility that the tested paternal sample is the biological parent of the tested child sample cannot be ruled out, and the probability that their biological relationship is established is 99.9999%...

Victor’s pupils dilated fiercely, and his breathing became rapid all of a sudden, changing his careless sitting posture, he sat up straight again, and read the test results from beginning to end.

Especially the line of “the probability that their biological relationship is established is 99.9999%”, Victor read it over and over again.

He’s always wise and able, but at this moment, his brain completely went blank.

He’s happy but confused at the same time.

He’s happy because that adorable little boy was his son. It’s really a great joy. With this little one, his dad won't be so anxious to rush him into marriage.

However, he’s confused because he had a physiological mysophobia towards women and no woman had ever been in his bed in all these years. So how did he get this son?

Was it possible that the sperm bank staff unethically sold his frozen sperm privately?