Chapter 502
Chapter 502 Your gene is so powerful
Little Prince Augustine is the son of Elvis,
Three years ago, Elvis suddenly had a son. Big news broke out. There were many opinions from the
outside, and the one most likely to be guessed was who the biological mother of the boy was.
Of course, they still don’t have an answer so far, because Elvis has never been married. Although he
has had a lot of women around him for the past three years, he changes women as often as he
changes his shirts.
No matter what, this little prince of the Augustine family was born, taking a golden spoon and became
the eldest grandson of the Augustine family.
As everyone knows, little Prince Augustine is only three years old this year, a genius with a high IQ, an
outstanding genius.
Speaking of his child. Elvis’ handsome eyebrows were full of tenderness. He said, “You don’t need to
give a gift. He won’t like your gift.”
“Oh.” ra expressed disappointment, but also full of fighting spirit, lovingly said: “I know Prince
Augustine won’t like my gift, but the more he doesn’t like it, the more I have to give him. My gift has
been prepared, I will have your secretary Andrewe pick it up soon. Mr. Augustine, you can’t refuse.
You have to say something nice for me in front of Little Prince Augustine, and say that sister ra
specially prepared it for him-”
ra talked happily, the girl’s sweet and soft voice was extremely pleasant.
Peterson behind had good ears, so of course he heard ra’s voice. Inside, he sneered. Princess
ra’s tricks aren’t trivial. The e young master could prepare her for a fireworks disy, and he also
treated her as a girl.
In the past three years, only ra has been able to achieve this rank
In fact, they all knew that ra was imitating Olive.
However, this was good, too.
Peterson deeply resented Olive inside. Three years ago she was too cruel to his young master. She
has returned to her home country, and there has been no news for three years. She will probably never
come back here again. It’s good to have ra by the young master’s side.
Elvis replied to ra, “I get it.”
Then he hung up the phone.
At this point. Peterson stepped forward, “Young master, here is thetest schedule, do you see any
problem?” Elvis had just nced at him when his cell phone rang again, and there was another call.
This time it’s Mrs. Samantha.
Elvis hit the connect button, “Hi, grandma.”
The reproachful voice of Mrs. Samantha quickly said, “Elvis, where are you now? Hurry back, Lil’
Nathan scared the psychiatrist to run away. This is the nth psychiatrist he’s threatened to run away.
Come back!”
Mrs. Samantha got angry and hung up the phone.
“Young master, is the little master scaring psychologists? Those psychologists are too bad. Last time,
the psychologist took a pen, and gave the little master a question on paper, trying to understand his
heart. But who would think that the little master will directly deceive the psychologist? Moreover, there
is a psychologist who yed Rubik’s Cube with the little master. The little master has been ying the
Rubik’s cube since he was only two years old, isn’t that guy looking for death? Once, the psychologist
let him y on the sand table, wanting to hypnotize him, but the little master didn’t sleep, that
psychologist slept first. They are not the little master’s opponent at all,”ined Peterson.
Elvis put the phone away, he frowned slightly. His son was different from other children since childhood,
his IQ had reached over two hundred, and his intelligence quotient was terrifyingly high. He isn’t just a
genius, but a little devil. However, when growing up, Lil’ Nathan also revealed a fatal problem: He didn’t
like to y with children and was always alone.
The point is, Lil’ Nathan is three years old now, but he can’t talk. He never said. The doctor said he
might have an
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intellectual disability, andter on he would be mute.
So now the whole Augustine family has arranged a psychologist for Lil’ Nathan, trying to get him to talk
and y with kids of the same age, but unfortunately, Nathan is a professional psychiatrist.
Those psychologists walked away with their faces covered, full of doubts about life. They all said they
couldn’t teach the little prince Augustine.
Elvis pursed his thin lips, saying. “Those psychologists are many, and they are all selected from the top
list in the world.”
*…” Then Peterson was at a loss for words, “Young master, you can only me your genes for being
too powerful, so you gave birth to such an unusual little master.”
Elvis pursed his thin lips, saying, “Go back to The Red Vi.”
The Red Vi.
Mrs. Samantha and Betty have lived here for three years, and now Lil Nathan has locked himself in his
room, Mrs. Samantha and Betty knocked impatiently on the door, “Lil’ Nathan, open the door, I’m your
grandma. Honey, if anything’s wrong, just tell Grandma.”
Betty held a small cake in her hand, saying, “Little master, don’t you like cake the most? Daddy’s away
right now, hurry up and grab a bite. It’s delicious.”
There was no movement in the room, nor did the door open
At this moment, the mansion door was opened, and Elvis returned.
As Elvis went upstairs, his narrow, deep eyes looked at the closed door, then at Mrs. Samantha,
“Grandma, let me tip.”
Mrs. Samantha looked at Elvis, and quickly snorted, “Elvis, go to the office with me!”
In the office.
Elvis came in, asking, “Grandina, Is there anything you need?”
“Of course, there is. You have a new mistress. Is that the daughter of an oil tycoon?”. Mrs. Samantha
mmed the entertainment newspaper on the table.
Elvis didn’t read entertainment newspapers, he just raised his slender finger to unbutton his ck wool
coat, saying. I’ll send people to deal with the news.” Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org.
“You!” Mrs. Samantha was taken aback, she said, “Elvis, if you really want to love and get married,
Grandma won’t stop you, but you change women like changing clothes just for fun. Grandma has to
take care of you. It’s been three years, so I ask you, has the love affair of the past three years made
you really happy?
“Grandma, don’t worry about these things,” Elvis said faintly.
“You are my grandson, how can I ignore you? Elvis, I know you were seriously injured three years ago.
Olive almost killed you with that knife, but…”
Before Mrs. Samantha could finish her sentence, Elvis casually picked up the ashtray from the table
and mmed it on the French window in front.
There was a loud, deafening rumbling.