Wanted: Billionaire's Wife And Their Genius Twin Babies novel Chapter 49

A sinister smile appeared on Ziggy's face. "Now that you've pissed off someone you shouldn't have, I will let you know what despair really feels like."

He copied the bank details of the few women employees before he typed quickly on the keyboard.

His fingers were impossibly fast!

The screen was full of undecipherable codes and scripts.

In five minutes, Ziggy looked up as his finger paused above the 'enter' key.

A flash of decisiveness coursed through his eyes and his finger pressed on the button.

The codes and scripts immediately disappeared as a progress bar replaced them on the screen.

The bar filled up slowly from the tenth percentile to...

Hundred percent...

When the progress bar was filled up, a simple word appeared.

Complete.

Ziggy turned around and looked at the time.

Unhurriedly, he turned off his laptop and crossed his arms.

This was the only way he could enact his revenge! After all, there was no surveillance in the washroom, so he did not have any direct proof that these women had engaged in workplace violence.

If he had any proof, he would have sent it directly to Nathan Chapman's email address.

Alas, he had nothing of the sort!

Therefore, he could only use some of his tricks to make the ladies pay!

Hopefully, they would learn a lesson about offending people they should not have!

The bathroom door opened, and Rachel felt as if she was cleansed and reborn.

"Baby, I'm done. Your turn."

Ziggy jumped off from his dining chair and handed a mug of warm lemon tea to Rachel.

"Mommy, please drink some of this and go to bed. I can take care of myself, don't worry."

Looking at the steaming mug of lemon tea, Rachel was moved. "Baby..."

Ziggy patted Rachel's head as she bent down to his height. "It's okay, mommy. This is lemon tea, it's not bitter. You should drink it and get to bed."

Rachel nodded. She had never thought about her child to be that mature, it was almost like he was an adult.

So, she downed the tea at once.

Taking the mug from Rachel, Ziggy placed it on the dining table and held her hand as they walked to the bedroom.

"Mommy, rest well."

It was only after Ziggy had helped Rachel to lay down on the bed that she said, "But I wanna wait for you, baby."

Ziggy reached out and touched Rachel's forehead, declaring seriously, "Mommy, you're slightly feverish. Since you've already bathed and had the lemon tea, you should rest. You'll feel better tomorrow, and don't worry about me, I'm fine."

After that, he sat at the bedside, soothing her arm, and told her to cover herself with the blanket.

Rachel was so moved, she felt as if her tears would overflow.

Never once had she regret fighting for the chance to give birth to the child. Look at him, what a mature child!

It might have been the lemon tea, but Rachel felt a sudden drowsiness assaulting her as her eyes gradually lost focus and closed.

After hearing Rachel's slowed, even breaths, Ziggy covered her with the blanket and slowly slipped out of the room.

'Mommy signed up for it!'

'If mommy signed up, she wouldn't hand in unfinished work, would she?'

Ziggy looked at the bedroom and scanned the draft into his laptop.

He opened up the scanned draft. Although it would be slower to edit on a laptop, it should still suffice.

Maybe it was because of Rachel's frequent drawing sessions when she was pregnant, Ziggy's prenatal education was full of drawings. Besides, he was also exposed to a multitude of art styles after he was born.

So he was familiar enough with arts, and he had never found it difficult to draw.

For a genius with an IQ score of 220, this should be easy!

His tiny hands cupped his chin and he muttered, "Youthfulness, the future, and hope huh?"

Ziggy took a couple of swigs from his glass before an idea hit him.

He placed his glass on the table excitedly.

"With both his hands on the table,” he exclaimed, "youthfulness, the future, and hope, isn't that about children?!"

Children have their youthfulness, and they are a nation's future and its hope!

With newfound inspiration, Ziggy moved quickly. He sat in front of his laptop and edited the dress for several hours straight until the faintest of light colored the sky red as he stretched his back.

Looking at his perfect design, Ziggy nodded satisfactorily.

'Only something as flawless as this could be called mommy's design!'

Ziggy saved the design into his phone and called a number.

"Good morning, Aunt Jodie, can you help me, please?"