Wicked Scheme Lost a problem Got a man novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214 

“Hey, Dad,” Felicity greeted, her voice light and airy as if nothing in the world was amiss. She leaned in for a kiss on the cheek, her lips brushing against his stubbled skin. 

“Felicity!” He exclaimed, his face breaking into a smile at the sight of her. But as his gaze roamed over her slender frame, his smile faded, a tiny frown creasing his brow. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone shifting from jovial to concerned in an 

instant. 

“What?” She blinked, trying to feign confusion while knowing fully well the reason he was concerned. But her father was not fooled, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. 

“What do you mean, what? You look like you haven’t eaten in days!” He snapped, his tone a blend of frustration and worry. “What has that husband of yours been feeding you? Or is he even feeding you at all?” 

She let out a heavy sigh before coming up with a decent lie, hoping it would dispel her father’s suspicion and worry. “Dad, I’m on a diet,” she declared, her voice dripping with nonchalance. “I’m an actress, I can’t let myself go.” 

But Connor was having none of it, his expression a blend of scepticism and irritation. “You were also an actress when you lived with me,” He countered, bringing out his phone. “And not once were you this thin. Wait, I’ll give Noah a piece of my mind.” 

Felicity moved swiftly, covering the phone with her hand. “Daddy, please stop,” she pleaded. “Noah has been treating me well, I promise. I’ll try to eat more, okay?” 

For a moment, Connor’s expression remained impassive, his eyes searching her face. Finally, he relented, the tension in his shoulders dissipating. “You better.” He warned. 

Felicity’s smile broadened. “Okay,” she replied. “Let’s go play golf. I’ve been dying to visit Neverland for a while. Uncle Henry did a wonderful job restoring the place.” 

She slipped her arm through his and led him in, successfully distracting him. 

“I could have done a better job if I had bought it.” Connor huffed. 

Felicity laughed and they headed for the golf course. She picked her club and the conversation flowed as easily as they played. 

Connor asked about the company and how her vacation went. Felicity went on to tell him all about her ‘nonexistent‘ trip with Noah and how they had a lot of fun. 

He didn’t suspect a thing. 

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, they paused for a light snack, building an appetite. Felicity seized the opportunity to carry out her second agenda. 

“How is the social circle these days?” she asked, her voice an expertly crafted blend of casual and curious. “I’ve been so busy lately, I haven’t had a chance to attend any events.” 

“Well, nothing much has happened apart from the misfortune that befell the Walker family,” Connor’s face was clouded with a mix of pity and disdain. “They fell on hard times,” he mused, his voice tinged with wry humour. “One tragedy after 

feel sorry for them.” another… almost makes you 

Felicity nodded in agreement, a sympathetic frown furrowing her brow. “I heard that Caster is looking for ways to salvage the company.” 

Connor’s words were harsh. “I doubt his efforts will amount to anything,” he said, his voice a low, certam rumble. “Most of his shareholders have fled, and no family wants to be associated with them anymore. He might keep the business afloat for a 

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The silence that followed was pregnant with meaning. He concluded. “The socialite families have mostly been quiet ever since. No one wants to stand out in fragile times like this.” 

Felicity agreed. 

People weren’t dumb. Many knew the tragedy wasn’t natural and that someone powerful was responsible, so everyone was minding their business, not wanting to draw any attention to themselves. 

The Walker tragedy had practically shaken the whole nation; no doubt it would be remembered for years. Losing two core members of the family like that was devastating. 

The only reason they, the Orions, were still standing after Georgia’s tragic death and Patricia’s sudden disappearance was because they were just a minor branch of the family. 

Also, Felicity had gone through great efforts to sweep Georgia’s accident under the rug to avoid harming the company. 

As for Patricia’s disappearance, most people thought she was overcome by grief and was probably alone on some private island somewhere coping. 

Connor kept the truth hidden to protect the family’s reputation. 

“Something piqued my interest recently,” Felicity sipped her lemonade. 

“What?” Connor asked, interested. 

Setting aside her glass, Felicity’s gaze drifted off into the distance as she sought the right words to express her thoughts. 

“During my trip,” she began, “I heard of a case involving a missing child in one of the rural areas, but the police did nothing to help. It made me wonder,” she continued, her voice taking on a thoughtful tone, “if that child had been from a wealthy family, I’m sure even politicians would have leapt into action to find them.” 

Her eyes flickered back to her father, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. 

Connor sighed. “It’s true, Felicity,” he said, his voice heavy with the weight of experience. “Money is what makes the world go round now. That’s the sad truth.” 

Felicity’s expression hardened, her lips twisting into a sneer of disgust. “The difference in social class is sickening,” she declared. “Has there ever been a case like this among the elite? I’m quite curious.” 

Connor raised a questioning brow. “Your husband is well–connected, Felicity. Shouldn’t he be able to give you more insight into such matters?” He inquired, his voice laced with a touch of amusement. 

Felicity’s mind raced. Her father was right; asking him about the social circle was a little odd when her husband’s network of contacts was seemingly endless. 

A light chuckle rippled through her. “Noah and I don’t discuss such matters. We have better ways to spend our free time,” she added with a playful wink, the double meaning not lost on her father. “And besides,” she continued, her tone warming, “gossiping with you is far more interesting.” 

Connor winced, his mind struggling to erase the image of his daughter’s more intimate activities. He cleared his throat and focused on the question at hand. 

“Not that I can remember. The rich kids in the city have always been well protected,” He explained. “But even if something did happen, no one would know, especially if an heir or heiress went missing.” 

“But why?” She pressed. 

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“Their stocks would drop, plain and simple. To admit to something like that, well, it would be an embarrassment of the highest order, a stain on the family name.” Connor grimaced. “The family in question would rather keep the matter private, hiring investigators to work in the shadows rather than inviting public scrutiny. Only the upper echelons of society may know these occurrences. Another reason you should be talking to your husband about this, not me.” 

Connor rose to his feet, the conversation coming to an abrupt close as he reached for his club, his gaze fixed on the field. “Let’s play another round,” he said, his voice a dismissal, a clear signal that the discussion was over. 

Felicity, knowing that she had to tread carefully, offered a smile in return. She joined him in the field. 

Her dad swung the first ball, a perfect shot that landed neatly in the hole. A smug grin stretched across his features as he glanced over at Felicity. “Your turn,” he said, a hint of challenge in his voice. 

Felicity accepted the challenge and remarked, her words tinged with playful jest. “Your eyesight is quite good for your age.” With a steady swing of her own, she sent the ball rolling, a smooth arc that halted mere inches from the hole. 

“And yours is quite bad for your age.” Connor clicked his tongue playfully with a smirk. 

“Golf was never my thing,” Felicity said, trying to redeem herself. 

“Excuse, excuses,” He teased, before lining up his next shot, the ball rolling smoothly into the hole. 

As Felicity swung her ball, she inquired, her voice carrying a note of false nonchalance. “Have you ever been privy to any buried cases of missing heirs?” 

A knowing smile crept across Connor’s face, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. “As a matter of fact, I have. It happened a long time ago though.” 

Felicity perked up as she waited for the tale. 

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