Speak of the devil, and here he cos!
Gigi waddled over to the desk, and Justin Kingston stood up.
"Hello, Master Gigi!" The two subordinates greeted respectfully, both standing over six feet even while bowing.
"Hello, big brothers!"
The little guy had a particularly sweet mouth, handing a thermos bowl to Justin Kingston, "Daddy! These are for you! Dolly is taking so to Mommy!"
"Thank you, sweetheart." Justin was delighted, bent down to tweak the little guy’s nose, then put down the thermos bowl and picked him up!
One of the subordinates reminded, "CEO Kingston, I’ll leave the USB drive matter to you." With that, he turned and walked out.
The other subordinate also bowed and then turned to leave.
Gigi lay on Justin’s shoulder and glanced at the door, "Daddy, what’s this about a USB drive?"
Justin felt a bit embarrassed to explain, feeling a bit weak in front of his genius son.
"Well..." He thought for a mont, placed his son in the office chair, and then picked up a USB drive from the desk, saying to him, "This contains important information, evidence of Lydia Ingram’s cris, but it’s hard to say how long this data will last."
The little guy looked at his daddy with great interest, then glanced at the other USB drives on the desk, "What about these?"
"These are backups, but in less than five minutes, the data inside will inexplicably disappear, so they can’t be handed over to the police."
Gigi understood and confidently remarked, "High tech stuff, huh? Even if you back it up more tis, the original contents will disappear too."
"So, do you have any solutions?" Justin leaned against the desk edge, arms crossed, looking at his son.
Gigi furrowed his brow, "I can try, but it will take ti. Can you give all the USB drives?"
"You can co here to try whenever you have ti. Don’t take them ho, okay?" Justin had his concerns about giving sothing so important to a child, fearing he might be targeted.
Gigi nodded, "Okay! Hurry up and drink the chicken soup! It’s going to get cold!" He opened the thermos bowl for his daddy as he spoke.
The rich aroma of chicken soup filled the air.
At that mont, Finn Morgan’s car was already nearing the outskirts of Riventhal, soon arriving in Veridia.
He hadn’t been back in a few years, but he was always updated on the family’s happenings, with Jocelyn Morgan reporting the family’s situation to him weekly.
Recently, the rcer family elders frequently visited the Morgan family, helping with preparations for his grandfather’s birthday banquet, still hoping to beco in-laws.
She also ntioned that lissa rce had returned to Veridia.
So, Finn decided that no matter how today turned out, he would make it clear that there was no possibility with lissa.
As he pondered this, his phone rang. He took a glance at the caller ID; it was the number Jocelyn had given for his father.
"Hello, Dad." He answered, his voice calm.
"Finn, are you coming back for your grandfather’s birthday?" His father’s voice was as familiar as ever, gentle and without any bla.
"I’m almost at Veridia, about an hour away from ho."
"Good." His father sounded relieved, "Drive safely."
"Okay."
His father hung up the phone.
However, Finn’s mood was a bit heavy, fearing today wouldn’t be a birthday banquet that satisfied everyone.
No matter if it offended the rcer family, Finn would follow his own convictions.
In the grand courtyard of the Morgan’s villa, servants were busy decorating and setting up for the birthday banquet.
This place, like the rcer residence, was extrely valuable, a tranquil space amidst the bustling city. The villa was worth over a hundred million, designed by a famous architect and built according to their own wishes.
The Morgan family was very wealthy and held significant status locally.
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