Chapter 1312
The shopkeeper was delighted. "Pleasee in."
The youngster came to the work desk and saw the white cheese, cake, and other ingredients on the
table. He was startled for a short while, but he rolled up his sleeves and started working right away.
He started making a threeyered cake. The bottomyer was a square cake, the middle was a
round cake, and the top was a sunflower-shaped cake.
The shopkeeper looked at him curiously and started chatting with him. "Hey there, your cake is in a
unique shape, huh?"
The youngster said, "The square is akin to rules, just like him. He does things by the book, stiff and
rather boring. Moreover, he’s a loner..."
No one knew who he was talking about, but his eyes were shining brightly.
"The sunflower is the sun, just like her. She’s passionate, warm, and kind as well."
"How about the circr cake?" The shopkeeper pointed toward the middleyer.
The youngster smiled bitterly. "That symbolizes a full reunion!"
The shopkeeper felt that the boy''s words were cryptic and mysterious, so he no longer wanted to
inquire further.
The youngster made three more tiny figurines-two boys and one girl. They each stood on eachyer
of the cake.
Once the cake was done, the boy started spreading some chocte beans around the cake. Then,
he stared at the cake for a while before ultimately swiping his card and saying to the shopkeeper,
"I’ll leave the cake here."
The shopkeeper was startled. "Don’t you want it?"
The boy smiled bitterly. "No.”
The children in the military intelligence division had n o right to be themselves at all.
He had to forget his name, his birthday, and all of his family members. Since then, he had devoted
his whole life to the military intelligence division.
This was the oath they took when they entered the military intelligence division.
Vitors were punishable by death.
The youngster left the area in a hurry!
At Mount Pearl, Yorks family''s 48 Stronghold.
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Jay was lying on the bed, as frail as a gossamer. He had a needle pierced into the back of his hand.
His delicate face appeared more sunken, and his thin chin was looking more protruding.
Grand Old Master Yorks held the bowl of soup as he sat in front of him. He started coaxing Jay like
a child, saying, "JJ, Grandpa knows that you have a great rtionship with Angeline, and you''re in a
bad frame o f mind because Angeline is gone. But listen to Grandpa, Angeline’s body wasn''t found,
so perhaps she''s still alive? If she''s lucky enough to survive this but something else happens to you
instead, then the two of you would miss the opportunity to meet again."
When the grand old master uttered these words, Jay''s dted pupils shivered slightly.
It was as if his withered heart was showing signs of resurrecting.
The grand old master sighed destely. "My, why are you as headstrong as your mother? Always
trapped by love..."
No matter what the grand old master said, Jay would not respond to him.
He looked at Jay''s handsome and wless face. He could not see any trace of his daughter, Chloe,
from his face. It suddenly urred to him that since Cole had failed to recognize him as well, Jay
was probably i n disguise?
He was very curious about his dear grandson''s real face, and he wondered if his original face was
as delicate and perfect as it was now. Did he inherit at least a small fraction of Chloe''s appearance?
Driven by curiosity, the old man carefully observed Jay''s mask and was left dumbfounded.
The mask fitted his face perfectly, and there were zero incision marks anywhere. Was this not
Doomsday''s high-tech simtion mask?
As soon as the mask was attached to human skin and pressed on, it could achieve the purpose of
facial change. However, the mask was of high-tech material and could not be torn off after fusing
with one’s skin. Otherwise, it would cause damage to the dermis. The skin could only slowly absorb
it over time before restoring the person''s original appearance.