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What a liar!
Tobias Clark could not believe that no one pursued the handsome âDubious
Man.â
After all, he was only five years old, and even if he tried to hide, he couldnât help but reveal himself. When Baron Lawrence said he had no one, Tobias clearly frowned. However, he quickly recovered.
âOh, so what kind of girls does Uncle Baron like?â
Baron Lawrence was tempted to answer with âlike your momâ, but since Enna Clark had warned him not to act rashly, he suppressed the urge and touched his thin lips. âWith hair about as long as your Mummyâs, skin as fair as your Mummyâs, and height about as tall as your Mummyâsâ¦â
He mentioned a series of similarities, and the more he said, the darker Tobiasâs face became. His small hand clenched into a fist, gritting his teeth!
Everything is just like his familyâs woman, might as well just say itâs her!
Tobias angrily waited for him to finish, then smiled and counterattacked,
âHehe, the person Uncle Baron described sounds like my Mummy.â
Before Baron Lawrence could admit it, he stabbed another barb. âToo bad my
Mummy doesnât like Uncle Baronâs type. She says, the prettier the man, the less content he is. She prefers men like my dad, honest and dedicated to serving the people.â
It was fine if he didnât mention serving the people, but as soon as he mentioned it, Baron Lawrence thought of Tobiasâs dad cleaning toilets in Country W.
The two stared at each other, big eyes and small eyes, not knowing what to say!
Tobias had basically concluded that even if the âDubious Manâ knew about his dad, he wouldnât easily let go. Tobias was determined to use Plan B, so he didnât take the initiative to find a topic.
They finished their drinks.
Finally, the smaller of the two broke the silence, his eyes shifting as he politely invited, âUncle Baron, thank you for coming to the kindergarten to find me today and taking me to the playground. Why donât you come to my house for dinner tonight? Iâll call Mummy and ask her to make some more delicious food. â
Going to his house for dinner? Wouldnât that mean eating with that woman? Baron Lawrence stretched out like a cheetah, feeling very pleased. âOkay.â
BBC Radio, 3rd Floor.
Enna Clark hung up the phone, her mouth still agape in surprise.
What was going on? Why would Bobby suddenly think of inviting Baron Lawrence to their home for dinner? Just last night when she asked him about it, didnât he still seem very displeased with Baron Lawrence?
Tiffany Clifford went to the pantry to get a cup of water, passing by Ennaâs desk and noticing her deep in thought, clutching her phone. âEnna, what are you doing?
Seeing Tiffany, Enna turned her head and asked in bafflement. âSister Tiffany, perfect timing. Let me ask you a question. A doesnât like B, but suddenly invites B to their home for dinner. What do you think is going on?â
âWhatâs with the A and B?â Tiffanyâs eyebrows raised in surprise, her face lighting up with excitement as she put down her cup. âEnna, could it be that A is your son Bobby, and B is your boyfriend?â
â⦠â Womenâs sixth sense is truly terrifying.
Seeing her reaction, Tiffany knew she had guessed right, patting Ennaâs shoulder heavily and laughing. âReally? Did you and that guy who dropped you off at work successfully progress?â
The guy who dropped her off at work that day⦠Enna was startled⦠Could Tiffany be talking about Wyndham Howell?
âNo, Sister Tiffany, you misunderstand.â
Tiffany wrapped her arm around Ennaâs shoulder, not believing her words. âYouâre still pretending with me. Let me tell you, if A doesnât like B but suddenly invites B to his home for dinner, he must be up to something.â
Bobby has a hidden agenda?
Enna wasnât sure.
She looked down at her watch, realizing that the workday was over. Picking up her bag, she told Tiffany, âSister Tiffany, Iâm going home.â
Tiffany let her go, a warm smile on her face as she waved. âAlright, you go
ahead. Goodbye..â