My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

The young reporter's face changed greatly, he knew that Jayla's words meant that he had taken the money given

by Regina.

But she was just a little kid who looked five or six years old, how would she know about it?

Seeing the young reporter's defeated look, Jayla's heart was so happy that she moved forward with a sunny face,

"Mr. Reporter, why don't you say anything? I still want to have a good chat with you!"

"For example, talk about the money you took......"

"Let me advise you, don't always think about how to help the bad guys set people up in the future, instead you

should read more."

"Ahem ......"

Looking at Jayla and still justified telling the reporter to read more, Freya almost choked to death on her own saliva.

Who gave birth to this child! How can she be so thick-skinned! She wish she could stuff her back into her belly and

give her a good makeover!

Not only Freya, but Jaden couldn't look at it either, he gave Jayla a disgusted look.

Jayla quietly spat out her tongue, her brother was so fierce!

After holding his breath for a while, the journalist's breathing finally returned to a smooth flow. After thinking about

it, he still thought that a little kid could not possibly know the hidden secret between them and Regina, and he tried

to put on a righteous look, pointing at Jayla and shouting, "What black-hearted money! Little kid, don’t talk

nonsense!"

Jaden might not have been so angry when others spoke about him, but he couldn't stand it when people spoke

about the family he cared about most.

His expression remained unchanged, that immovable, rippling look increasingly identical to that of Kieran.

The moment he raised his eyelids, his dark eyes held a piercing, biting chill, "Well, it seems we should look at the

transfer records and have a good chat about whether Jayla is talking nonsense or not!"

"I forgot to tell you that I seem to have accidentally seen some transfer records. First one, 20,000, second one,

28,000, third one ......"

"I apologize! I spoke out of line, I apologize!"

The young journalist was sweating coldly on his forehead, he did hold a fluke in his heart, he thought, there was no

way these two little kids could have known about the transfer of money from Regina's men to them, the journalists.

But this little brat, however, had told the truth about the money transferred to him by Regina's men.

Even if he was slow, he knew in his heart that these two kids had something on him for taking black money!

Now, it's true that there are many journalists who take money from people and turn right and wrong upside down,

but the whole journalist industry is still trying to clean up this pandemonium, if his taking money to deliberately

smear Freya for Regina was exposed, he wouldn't want to be in the mainstream media!

The other journalists did not look good either. After all, the young journalist was not the only one who had taken

Regina's money.

They didn't even dare to utter a breath, holding their breath for fear that the next moment Jaden's spear would be

pointed at them.

Jaden came over today, not to teach these reporters a lesson, but to witness the most glorious moment of his

parents' love.

Knowing that these journalists would not dare to go back to writing nonsense, he took it as it came, and he did not

mention the transfer records again, but said lightly, "My sister is right, read more when you have time, and have ink

in your stomach in order to write articles that my sister and I like."

That young reporter nodded his head, "You are right, I will definitely read more in the future! I will also try my best

to write a piece that will satisfy you!"

Having received that young reporter's promise, Jaden nodded in satisfaction. That young reporter couldn't help but

sneak a glance at him, obviously, it was just a small kid who was a great deal shorter than him, but in front of him,

he had a feeling of being overwhelmed and unable to breathe.

Every member of the Fitzgerald family is not to be underestimated. Even if Mr. Fitzgerald is no longer alive, this pair

of multi-wise and almost demonic children will not allow Freya to be bullied.

Moreover, beside Freya, there now stood Simon, who was in no way inferior to Mr. Fitzgerald.

When he thought of the deliberate difficulties he had made with Freya, he suddenly felt an indescribable trepidation

in his heart; fortunately, no big mistake had been made yet, and he could still, picking up the pen in his hand, hold

on to his dream of writing about all kinds of things on earth.

After such a farce, the crowd at the scene had almost forgotten that Freya was the untouchable mistress in their

mouths.

They only remembered that Freya had the devoted love of Simon and a pair of talented children who guarded her

wholeheartedly.

Although many people are reluctant to admit it on their lips, most people, especially women, are actually envious of

Freya in their hearts.

After all, Freya was the only person in the vast Arkpool City who could receive the boundless pampering of the two

Fitzgerald brothers.

Originally, Freya had thought that the gossip would hurt them to the core after their relationship had become

known to the world.

Now, standing beside Kieran, feeling the warmth from his palm, she realised that as long as he was there, the so-

called gossip and scorn of all people were not worth mentioning.

She thought, standing side by side with him, that even if more cross-examinations and misunderstandings followed,

she would not be half as timid.

As she was lost in her own thoughts, Freya suddenly heard someone shout in surprise, "Fireworks! Lots and lots of

fireworks!"

Hearing that sound, Freya couldn't help but look out of the window, and she saw it, a tree of fireworks, blooming

gloriously in the silent night.

The moment the fireworks burst into bloom, there are distinct words blooming in the silence of the night.

Freya is not illiterate, she knows those words.

Freya, marry me, I love you.

In the fireworks bloom, there were only these few simple words, but, feeling the burning warmth of the man's palm,

meeting his deep and firm eyes, she seemed to hear him saying to her, Freya, be my woman, no need to be sneaky

and hide, just stand by my side.

Even if the sky were to fall, he would, with all the strength of his life, hold up a clear sky for her.

After the fireworks have fallen silent, countless lanterns rise into the sky with swaying strips of confessions.

Looking at this all-too-familiar scene, Freya felt a little amused, but his eyes, however, were so hot that they were

wet.

For there is really no new idea about Mr. Fitzgerald’s proposal at all, although tonight's Lantern is an upgraded

version, but this trick has already been used long ago!

Obviously, this proposal scene was so cheesy, but the wetness in Freya's eyes cannot be stopped.

She wanted to, passionately and madly, embrace the man before her, kiss him fiercely for the rest of her life, and

never let go.

Under the starry sky, in the bright lights, the man, as noble as a god, knelt down on one knee, his gaze blazing and

reverent in the face of the world's gossip.

"Freya, marry me, okay?"