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Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler

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Chapter 168 Albert felt his heart melting at the sight of Cedrick and ‘Ollie’, having captured the moment

on the camera. The boy had often expressed his distaste toward Cedrick, yet he would also mimic him.

It was a rare sight to see the two interacting harmoniously.

“Master Cedrick, I forgot to tell you something,” Albert chimed in gently. Cedrick asked, “What’s the

matter?”

“We received a message from your hometown. Miss Janice misses you dearly and would like you to visit

sometimes.” Albert had also just received the call earlier, but he did not have the heart to intrude, seeing

the father-son duo were having quality time. Janice was Cedrick’s aunt, who was also one of the

relatives that he cared the most about. Cedrick thought that Janice was bothered by the fact that Maia

wanted to cancel the engagement and thus replied, “Got it, I’ll go back this weekend.” It so happened

that he had something to tell her, too.

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Catelyn had a long sleep and finally mustered enough strength to head out and pick up her son from

school.

Like the past few days, whenever she reached the school gate, she would be treated like a celebrity

parent and would be ‘interviewed’ by everyone. Some would ask how she had raised such a good boy.

Some others would ask for her contact, planning to have a private chat with her about her education

methods.

Sometimes, other parents would send presents to Miles on behalf of their daughters.

As the mother and son reached home, Catelyn helped to organize Miles’ bag and was surprised to find

two pink envelopes in his bag.

Ever since he went to kindergarten, Miles would receive love letters like this from time to time.

At first, Miles chucked all of them right into the bin, but she had told him that it was rude of him to do so,

so he never threw them away again and brought them all back home instead.

Catelyn would read all his letters for her son in embarrassment.

The girls had limited vocabulary, and their grammar was not correct. Hence, the letters would have a few

phrases and a little gift, which was already a confession.

Catelyn would then place all the letters into one box and would draft out a polite decline message so that

she would not hurt the girls’ feelings and would not leave any room for misunderstanding. She would

even sometimes attach some little cookies or snacks in the reply.

At night, Catelyn was organizing Miles’ stationery when she received a phone call from the Chandler

Jewelry Competition Committee.

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The screening results were out. She picked up the call nervously. “Hello, Catelyn speaking.” “Hello, Miss

Clark,” came the voice of a middle-aged woman on the other line. Her tone was not overly enthusiastic,

but she was not entirely apathetic-sounding, either. She was all formal. “The Chandler Jewelry Design

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Competition’s preliminary screening is done. Your work was fantastic and has been ranked first place in

our first round.” Catelyn was delighted to hear the news, but something told her there was more to this

phone call. “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet, because unfortunately, you’re disqualified from the

competition.”

Disqualified?

Catelyn was flabbergasted upon hearing this. “If I scored number one, why would you disqualify me from

the competition?” “Your design was proven to have been plagiarized from someone else’s, and we’ll

disqualify all forms of plagiarism. We consider this as your first offense and would only give you a

warning about that. We hope you will be honest moving forward.” Catelyn’s grip on her phone tightened

upon hearing this. She could feel her ears ringing. “Impossible; there must’ve been a mistake. I had

created the design on my own! There was no plagiarism!” “Another design was submitted earlier than

yours, by a few days. You can stop making excuses now.” “Can you tell me who the other designer is?”

Beep, beep! Before Catelyn could finish her sentence, the other party hung up.