NovelStartChapter 1468
Anderson walked up to the door of the house and the watchman opened it for him.
Anderson walked in alone, while the black-clad men escorting him stayed outside the door to keep watch.
The main hall is large, decorated in the nineteenth century court style with French furniture and a luxurious and comfortable
interior.
Otis sat on top of the couch as he put out the cigarette in his hand.
Looking at Anderson walked in, young children, but has a calm beyond the normal, small face without tear marks, kidnapped,
leaving parents, did not cry, really surprising.
"Chere." Otis smiled and waved at him, showing a hint of goodwill.
Anderson slowly walked up to Otis, stopping half a meter away from him and sizing him up.
The person in front of you is wearing a formal dark green military uniform, with sharp eyes and a deep, frightening expression.
Anderson probably had it in his heart that he should be the bad guy that Mommy and Daddy would occasionally mention
unintentionally. Grandpa should also be under house arrest by him.
"Well, you're cute." Otis looked at Anderson, who looked a little more like Joyce.
| heard that this child is a genius, but unfortunately it is not his child.
He would have liked to have such a child as an heir, but unfortunately, he has not got Joyce in his hands yet.
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Soon, everything will belong to him.
See Anderson did not speak, Otis put down the original crossed legs, sitting upright, and asked, "Children, do you have anything to
ask me?"
Anderson's eyes sparkled slightly and his voice was crisp, "May | ask questions?"
Otis thought for a moment, "You can only askone question. | will definitely tell you the right answer oh."
Otis watched Anderson with interest, wondering what kind of questions this four year old would ask. Questions like why he was
arrested, when he would be released, that sort of thing.
Anderson did not have the slightest consideration.
Asked directly, "I want to know if godmother's surgery is over and if she's awake yet."
Otis, with his cup of tea in his hand, gave his hand a slight thump when he heard Anderson's question.
He hadn't expected at all that the only question that Anderson would ask would be about Julia, not caring at all about his own
situation. He was too surprised. This child, really is not ordinary people. In the end, it is Joyce's child then, different.
"Are you sure, that's all you want to know?" Otis asked.
"Hmm." Anderson nodded.
Since he had promised Anderson, Otis would not go back on his word.
"Wait a minute, I'll call and ask." Otis took out his cell phone and called his subordinates who had been planted in the hospital.
When the call cthrough, Otis asked, "How is Julia doing?"
The caller replied, "Mr. Robertson, Julia had surgery last night and woke up in the evening, Joyce and Luther were here, Karl stayed
the night, Mr. Robertson, what can | do for you?"
"Got it, keep an eye on it." Otis asked and hung up.
He looked to Anderson and replied, "She was awake last night."
Hearing this answer, Anderson breathed a sigh of relief, great, godmother is to save him only by the truck rubbed, resulting in
unconsciousness, yesterday was godmother surgery the most important moment, can wake up, he felt peace of mind.
Otis pointed to the bread on the table, "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
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