"Like blood?" Leon Rivers’ mouth dropped open and then shut again. "If blood can be used, then there’s a ninety percent chance it won’t be wrong. Right, back then I made a small incision on her belly, it’s on the left side, you can check it."
Jared Quinn’s large hand gradually tightened...
"Jared, you’re not planning to divorce your wife and marry Sheryl Lancaster because of this, are you?" Leon Rivers nosily leaned over.
Compared to soone like Sheryl Lancaster, who was manipulative, he felt lody Thorne was more suitable for Jared Quinn.
"No way." How could that woman be worthy of comparing to his woman?
"That’s good, that’s good, but Sheryl still needs to stay, just in case Timmy faces other dangers before he turns six."
"Hmm," Jared Quinn leaned back in his chair, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. "Don’t let this matter get out."
"Alright, don’t worry, I understand. Especially when it cos to your wife, right?" Leon Rivers chuckled.
"How’s that situation going?"
Leon Rivers: "...Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Titus Quinn pulls in soon. But he’s so cautious, whether he’ll spill anything is still uncertain."
"Hmm, go ahead."
Leon Rivers: "..."
Well, ti to head back to Harold Chapman’s area.
Jared Quinn rose, pushed open the bedroom door, lody Thorne was already asleep, a warm yellow light gently enveloped her entire being, so serene, so beautiful. Beautiful to the point that it evoked a desire in him to keep her forever by his side, to protect her...
The bedroom door closed again, Jared Quinn picked up his coat and left the Quinn Family’s premises.
...
The Adler Family, a man dressed in gray sportswear stood silently in the center of the hall, holding a white fluffy pit bull. This breed of dog appeared gentle but had extrely strong attack capabilities, very fierce.
"What’s wrong, fiancé? You don’t look happy?" Sheryl Lancaster walked over, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder. "We’re about to get engaged, aren’t you going to let move in?"
Caleb’s dog suddenly leapt up, aiming directly to bite Sheryl Lancaster’s arm.
"Ah!" Sheryl Lancaster scread, tumbling to the floor, her face pale as a sheet. Before the dog could bite, Caleb’s large hand had already intervened, the small dog rely whimpered, not daring to act further.
"Young Master Caleb, I was just joking, you didn’t have to do this to , right?" Sheryl Lancaster climbed up from the floor, glaring viciously at the dog. "After all, I’m your partner, don’t think I truly want to marry you? Let tell you, the only one I see in this world is Jared Quinn, that’s the only person I want to marry!"
"Miss Sheryl is quite funny," Caleb casually tossed the dog to the floor with one hand, while his other arm encircled Sheryl Lancaster’s waist, pulling her closer. "How could I let a dog ruin soone as beautiful as Miss Sheryl."
"You!" Sheryl Lancaster struggled for a mont.
But Caleb’s hand held her tightly, drawing him ever closer to her lips.
That enigmatic aura, both righteous and wicked, easily caused one to beco intoxicated, especially won...
Sheryl Lancaster instinctively stopped resisting, watching as he drew closer, until he was just about to kiss her, when romantic Fraelance music echoed through the hall, and Caleb led her into a dance.
"I’ve given you the chance, believe that this ti Miss Sheryl will seize it herself, rather than failing to entice even a single man."
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