Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1309: Miles Linden’s Origins

Freddy had staked all his honor on this competition, so losing was not an option for him. Miles Linden, this enigmatic young man, had too many secrets hidden within him, and this sudden unease made Freddy wary, prompting him to entertain sinister thoughts.

Freddy excused himself to the restroom and left the group. He went to a secluded corner, took out his phone, and dialed a number, "Hello, Dad, I need your help with something..."

...

Celeste was about to leave, as there was only one day left until Ethan Barnes would take her away. As she was about to go, she couldn’t help but worry about her brother, Miles. She called him.

But his phone rang again and again with no answer.

What’s Miles doing now?

Celeste dialed her father, Mr. Linden’s, number, and he quickly picked up.

"Hello, Celeste, are you looking for Dad?"

Recently, Mr. Linden was living the high life because Ethan Barnes had sent him a substantial amount of money. He was spending lavishly, treating his daughter as a cash cow, assuming that he could enjoy wealth and luxury for the rest of his life.

Celeste could see through his motives but chose not to reveal them. She no longer had any affection for this father; once she disappeared, his good days would be over.

"I can’t get through to Miles. Do you know what he’s doing right now? Have you gone to him for money again?"

Mr. Linden dared not anger his daughter and quickly explained, "Celeste, you’re accusing your father wrongly. You told me not to bother Miles, so I haven’t approached him. Celeste, don’t worry about Miles; he’s doing very well!"

Upon hearing this, Celeste’s eyes turned cold, "How can you say such a thing? Because of you and me, Miles has had a hard time, and he..."

"Alright, alright, Celeste, Miles is not part of our family. You don’t need to worry unnecessarily about him, nor can you afford to." Mr. Linden interrupted her directly.

Celeste’s heart skipped a beat because she detected something amiss in Mr. Linden’s words, "What do you mean Miles is not part of our family? Clarify what you mean. Are you hiding something from me?"

Mr. Linden realized he had misspoken and quickly covered his mouth, evading, "Celeste, I was just babbling nonsense, don’t take it seriously."

"You must be hiding something from me. Tell me quickly, or else... I’ll tell Ethan Barnes tonight to stop giving you money, letting you starve on the streets." Celeste threatened.

Mr. Linden panicked immediately. This daughter was indeed his cash cow, "Celeste, actually, I can tell you, Miles is not your real brother, nor is he my real son."

What?

Celeste was stunned. She never imagined that Miles was not her real brother.

How could it be?

But Mr. Linden had never been close to Miles since childhood, there was no father-son bond. Miles was born a mathematical genius with incredibly powerful genes, and someone like Mr. Linden couldn’t have produced such a son.

Celeste was taken aback, "If Miles is not your son, whose son is he?"

Mr. Linden was quite cautious and evasive about this topic, "I’m not too sure about the specifics, but Miles’s background is quite extraordinary. Celeste, you shouldn’t ask; knowing nothing is the safest."

For once, Mr. Linden took a serious tone, sounding mysterious and nervous, as if Miles’s true identity could bring him lethal danger.

Miles’s background is extraordinary.

Just what kind of background could be called "extraordinary"?

Celeste wasn’t overly interested in that. Her prime concern remained her brother, Miles, "Does Miles know about this? Have you advised him to be careful?"

"Celeste, my foolish daughter, I told you, Miles’s matters are none of your concern. He has long known about his own background, and someone as deep as him, we are not his match."

Miles had long known about his background?

When?

Celeste thought for a moment, recalling the period four years ago, before her mishap, when Miles had left for a long time. He never mentioned where he had been, nor did anyone know his whereabouts.

Later, Miles continued to take care of her. They originally planned to leave this place, until one event occurred—Willow Crawford arrived.

Willow...

Willow was the reason Miles halted his steps.

Celeste’s heart raced. She clutched her phone tightly, feeling as if she had stumbled upon a massive conspiracy.

This massive conspiracy was like an enormous, gaping maw, and she dared not think too deeply, fearing that everyone might be swallowed by it.

No matter what, Mr. Linden was right; Miles is a profound person. Although they had lived together for so many years, sometimes she still didn’t know what was on his mind.

Whatever he is doing now, whatever he is calculating, is definitely well thought out. Celeste knew that whatever he set his sights on, he would attain.

As his sister, Celeste was reassured.

"Alright, I won’t ask anymore. Regardless of who Miles is, he is always my brother."

Mr. Linden sneered, saying something rather meaningful, "People born like that never have genuine intentions. Celeste, what you see is only the surface of Miles; you don’t really know him."

Celeste furrowed her brows; she completely disagreed with those words. The Miles who lived with her over the years was real. Maybe he had another identity, but those years could not have been a lie.

Celeste didn’t want to argue with Mr. Linden; she simply hung up the call.

Actually, deep down, Celeste was very uneasy. Learning about her brother’s identity just before leaving was too sudden for her; she felt anxious and unsettled.

After thinking for a moment, Celeste picked up her phone again and dialed a number.

It was Zachary’s number.

"Hello, Zachary, there’s something I want to ask you. Please don’t tell Miles..."

...

Today was the exam competition, and Miles headed to school with his backpack.

But as he walked through the alley, a black van sped towards him. A group of men in black got out of the car, holding wooden sticks, "Are you Miles Linden?"

Miles stopped, lightly lifted his eyelid, and his cold, almond-shaped eyes faintly gazed at the unexpected visitors.

"Miles, are you going to the exam? Someone paid us a hefty sum to stop you from going. If you obediently don’t go, everything will be negotiable, but if you insist on going, we won’t be polite." The men in black rapped their wooden sticks.

Miles didn’t speak; he looked at these people, then slowly curled his thin lips...

...

At Central High.

The school announce system had sounded several times, "Dear students, the exam will start in three minutes. Please be seated and check your exam supplies."

The exam was about to start, but Miles still hadn’t arrived.

"Willow, what’s going on? Is Miles not coming? Don’t tell me he’s scared and acting like a turtle hiding in its shell?" Rachel Underwood whispered.