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Kaivan Maximilian. A figure well-known by nearly all the residents of the city of London. A young entrepreneur who has successfully developed a business in the hospitality industry.
Kaivan, up until now, has been widely recognized as a playboy who enjoys changing partners frequently. It's not uncommon for him to be caught affectionately linked with many women, whether they're models or up-and-coming actresses.
On that afternoon, Kaivan seemed to be spending his time having lunch with his younger sibling, Kenzi Maximilian. While engrossed in conversation, he was suddenly surprised by the arrival of a beautiful woman he had never met before.
"Kaivan! So here you are. I've been looking for you all around."
Kaivan stopped eating and turned towards the source of the voice. From his facial expression, it was clear that he appeared confused in response to the woman who was currently speaking to him.
"Hold on, do you know me?" Kaivan squinted his eyes. In his heart, he wondered who the woman in front of him was. "Besides, why were you looking for me? Did we have some kind of issue before?" he asked, puzzled.
The beautiful woman narrowed her eyes, gazing at Kaivan with an unpredictable expression.
"You've forgotten who I am?"
Kaivan's brow immediately furrowed. His mind tried to recall whether he had met or knew the woman before. However, after trying hard, he eventually gave up.
"To be honest, I really don't know you," Kaivan replied.
The woman let out a slight sigh, frustration appearing on her face.
"You seriously don't recognize me, and you're not the man who got me pregnant?"
"What?!"
Kaivan, Kenzi, and Alma, who were all sitting and listening, were collectively shocked by what they had just heard. This statement caught all three of them off guard.
Kenzi, who was sitting beside Kaivan, even shot a piercing look at his brother.
"Kai, is it true that you got this woman pregnant?"
Kaivan grumbled in annoyance. He didn't accept being accused like this. He thought it was absurd.
"Do you think it's even possible for me to impregnate a woman who isn't my wife?"
Kenzi fell silent immediately. He thought it was highly unlikely for his brother to impregnate a woman out there without any official commitment. Their family held the institution of marriage in high regard.
Yes, Kenzi and Kaivan were indeed raised to respect women. That's why despite Kaivan's playboy reputation, they would never dare to bring a woman to their bedroom, especially Kaivan. Despite his casual approach to relationships, he was strongly against bringing his dates home.
Now, Kaivan turned his gaze back. He locked eyes with the blue irises of the woman claiming to be pregnant with his child.
"I'm certain you have the wrong person, Miss. I really don't know you. Moreover, I haven't been with a woman for a long time. I believe you're accusing the wrong person."
The woman shook her head repeatedly, remaining steadfast in what she had said earlier.
"No. I'm very sure it's you. You're Kaivan Maximilian, right? Furthermore, I have proof that we slept together. I can show it to you."
Now, Alma took over the conversation. She felt the need to intervene.
"We should settle this at home, Kai. Don't you see everyone here is watching us?"
Kaivan looking at each person around them. And indeed, some of the restaurant's patrons seemed captivated by the bizarre behavior of the woman who was standing not far from their table.
"Should I take her home with me then? Are you sure?" Kaivan asked hesitantly.
"Let's just take her to your hotel," Alma suggested.
With a lazy expression on his face, Kaivan reluctantly agreed to Alma's suggestion. He led the unfamiliar woman to his hotel.
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Four Seasons Hotel - London, England.
"Miss, I don't want to beat around the bush any longer. What's your real motive for accusing me of getting you pregnant?" Kaivan asked shortly after they gathered in his office.
The woman smiled at everyone. Her demeanor was remarkably relaxed, as if she didn't feel intimidated by Kaivan's questioning and skepticism.
"Before we go any further, I should introduce myself. My name is Anna Maria, but you all can call me Anne. I won't say too much. It's better for you to see the evidence I've brought." Anne then handed Kaivan her phone, intending to show the proof that could address all the questions swirling in his mind.
On the phone, there was a clear CCTV recording of an incident from about two months ago. In the recording, Kaivan was present at a party in one of the Nightclubs on the outskirts of London. He was seen drinking with his friends, and shortly after, he stumbled towards a room accompanied by a woman. The CCTV footage stopped once they entered the room.
"Is this all?" Kaivan asked.
"You can swipe the screen of the phone you're holding. After that recording, there's more evidence I've stored," Anne replied.
Kaivan followed her instructions, swiping the screen of the phone he held. A series of photos showed Kaivan sleeping on a bed alongside a woman. Their positions were intimate, as Kaivan was shirtless, and so was the woman.
Kaivan shook his head in disbelief. Once again, he wasn't convinced by what he saw. Curious, Kenzi forcefully took the phone from Kaivan's grip and carefully examined the evidence.
"You really slept with her, Kai!" accused Kenzi.
Kaivan rubbed his face roughly.
"For God's sake, I didn't sleep with her, Ken. Let alone impregnate her. This woman must be setting me up, or maybe she's lying to all of us."
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