Chapter 823: Chapter 822
Editor: Henyee Translations

Keira hesitated, her thoughts swirling.

The deeper she delved into her scientific research, the more she found herself thinking: at the edge of science lies the unexplained, perhaps even the mystical.

After all, if neutrinos exist, then why not a prophecy?

Maybe the South family really did have this kind of ability.

Resting her chin on her hand, Keira gazed at Erin. After a moment, she asked abruptly, “Do all South family members have ‘South’ in their names?”

“Of course!” Erin replied cheerfully.

Keira’s eyes darkened slightly.

Erin tilted her head and asked, “Why? It’s pretty common for us. Most of us include ‘South’ in our names, since it’s part of the family name. Even when I pretended to be from the Martin family, I still used the name Erin South Martin. And Jenkins? She picked a new last name but still kept ‘South’ in it.”

Keira nodded thoughtfully. “Who else around us has ‘South’ in their name?”

Erin sighed dramatically. “You can’t just count everyone with ‘South’ in their name. There are tons of people like that! Based on my records, out of all the people you’ve crossed paths with, there are 567 with ‘South’ in their names. Over a hundred of them work under you.”

Erin glanced at her meaningfully and added, “But if you’re asking who the richest one is, that’d be Sean South Church. But Sean can’t be Clownfish. He’s a guy! And South family heirs are always women.”

Keira paused slightly at this, her expression unreadable.

After a moment, she lowered her gaze and nodded at Erin. “I see.”

“What do you see?” Erin asked.

“Nothing,” Keira replied, smiling faintly.

She stood abruptly and pulled out her phone, where she noticed a new message from Sean.

Sean: Can I come over for dinner at your place tomorrow?

Keira: Sure.

It was soon the next day.

As Keira was out shopping for groceries, she ran into Sean in the parking lot of her building.

Sean’s face lit up when he saw her. “Miss Olsen, what’s for dinner tonight?”

Keira held up the bag of groceries in her hand and smiled. “I just picked up a fish.”

Sean grinned. “Fish? Perfect. I love fish. Thanks so much!”

“No problem.”

While Keira busied herself in the kitchen, Sean waited in the living room, chatting with Erin and Amy.

After a while, one of Sean’s assistants wandered into the kitchen, curious. “Miss Olsen, what kind of fish are we having tonight?”

Keira glanced at him and smiled suddenly. “Clownfish.”

The assistant froze. “Wait… isn’t that poisonous? Can we even eat that?”

“I’m kidding,” Keira said lightly, her tone casual.

“Go wait outside.”

“Oh, right, sure!”

The assistant quickly left.

Not long after, Keira served up the meal—a spread of three dishes and a soup, paired with some warm bread.

Sean dug in enthusiastically, especially enjoying the fish.

It was nearly gone by the time he spoke up.

“Miss Olsen, this fish is amazing! I haven’t had your cooking in ages.”

His assistant nodded eagerly. “It’s true. Mr. Church usually avoids fish because of the smell, but ever since he met you, he’s become a fish lover.”

Keira smiled warmly at Sean, then asked out of nowhere, “So, Clownfish, how does it taste?”

The room fell silent.

All eyes turned to Sean.

Jenkins and Erin exchanged wide-eyed glances, their disbelief clear. Neither said a word, but their expressions spoke volumes: You’ve got to be kidding.

Sean blinked, startled.

“Wait, what? Is this… clownfish?”

Keira laughed. “Of course not. Clownfish are poisonous; I’d never serve that. Sean, are you sure you’re really a man?”

Sean flushed at her sudden question. His face reddened as he lowered his head sheepishly.

“Absolutely, Miss Olsen… want proof?”

As he spoke, he tugged at his collar, revealing his chest—a very male chest.

Jenkins and Erin breathed sighs of relief, relaxing visibly.

Their initial reaction had been panic: Could Sean really be Clownfish? Could she have been pretending to be a man all this time to get close to them?

But no—it didn’t make sense.

Sean had an Adam’s apple. His physique, while modestly dressed, was distinctly masculine.

And more importantly… he wore pants, and they could see the bulge. That kind of detail wasn’t something you could fake.

There was just no way he could be Clownfish.

But before they could fully relax, Keira spoke again, her tone light but cutting. “You’re right. You’re not a woman pretending to be a man. You were a boy pretending to be a girl when you were little, weren’t you, Clownfish?”

Both Jenkins and Erin froze, their eyes snapping back to Sean in disbelief.

Keira continued calmly, “I looked it up. Clownfish are hermaphrodites.”