Chapter 942 - A virtuous helper like you


    The sound of the door closing, Bradley jerked his head back and looked to make sure no one else was


    in the room before he put his head down and pulled his phone out of his pocket.


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    After a few operations, turn the screen and hand me the phone with a smile.


    "Miss Kennedy, here are a few girls, you give a look, which one is to your liking?" Bradley said in a


    pleasing tone.


    That was a little nonsensical, but I took it and looked at it carefully.


    The phone interface is a photo album, the first is a young and beautiful woman, but the eyes are


    vacant, nothing spiritual.


    From the thumbnails to see, the front arest night''s birthday party and the political, I will look


    backward one by one.


    A few in a row down, although the body looks excellent, but to my feeling are mediocre, not particrly


    stunning.


    In City P, a city of inches, handsome men and women have never been a raremodity.


    "Well?" Bradley seemed anxious.


    This feeling is like, chasing you on the street, what do you think of the passers-by around you. I


    these people?"


    "It''s nothing, it''s just a friend who wants to find a good wife and asked me to take a look, I''m just a big


    old man, which understands these ah, there are not many friends in City P truly, this is not to find Miss


    Kennedy head." Bradley exined.


    It doesn''t sound like a problem, but looking at Bradley''s expression, there is something about this ce


    that has no silver lining.


    This kind of thing, even if it is entrusted to someone, it is not so much to make a personal trip, it seems


    that Bradley, a friend, should be talking about himself.


    Before dealing with Susan''swsuit, also looked at Bradley''s information, he is seven or eight years


    older than Dennis, in the outside of the two young wives, illegitimate children also had a few.


    The current domesticw, divorce each other to break up half of Bradley''s property, it is not difficult to


    understand why Bradley has so far refused to let outside women into the house.


    He was not born to be handsome, just ordinary people''s looks, with the toes can also think, those


    women are rushing to his body for money, and does not deserve pity.


    But these are his personal matters, I can not ask more, so I can only tell the truth, "To be honest, Mr.


    Tyrell, you show me these girls, I feel and I should not be verypatible."


    Bradley listened to the end, the face is a little heavy, put his hand on the countertop, fingers have a


    knock, seems to be considering what, "so ...... okay, since these are not destiny, I let that friend think


    about it again."


    Bradley''s reaction, apparently among the women I rejected, was the object of his desire.


    The old saying that rather demolish a temple, not to break a marriage, I do not want to let each other


    miss a good thing, "in fact, the feelings of the matter, the two sides have a feeling, on the line, the most


    important thing is that both sides get along to feel suitable, in order to set things down, I a side of the


    words do not need to put too much on the heart."


    Bradley put away the phone, is still a pleasing face, "Miss Kennedy you do not understand, like us, the


    anyway, today thank Miss Kennedy, you are so busy, I will not bother, another day to invite you to


    dinner to say thank you. "


    After that, and not waiting for my courtesy, Bradley directly got up and opened the door and walked out,


    with a breeze in his step, as if he was afraid I would leave him behind to ask questions.


    Look at hisical look, really can not help butugh, this Bradley, more and more interesting.


    ......


    After receiving rie in the afternoon, I asked the driver to drive the car directly to The Lewis


    Residence.


    When we entered, several maids stood in two rows at the door and greeted us respectfully.


    "Hello Miss, hello Miss Sun."


    I don''t know if I''m too paranoid, I feel the atmosphere at home is a bit strange, just eating a meal, the


    maids look like they''re standing by, seems a bit too exaggerated.


    "I''m back." Luna probably waited in the living room for a while, and just entered the door and came


    over to hold the child, "rie, did you miss Grandma?"


    "Yes! Grandma howe you haven''t visited rie for so long!"


    "Grandma wants to do business, so she can buy rie some nice clothes after she makes money.


    "I don''t want to! rie has to earn her own money to buy it!"


    "Oh? Haha, my granddaughter so ambitious it, good good, then grandmother will wait to see it ......"


    Perhaps because it has been too long since we saw each other, an old man and a young man chatted


    extraordinarily well.


    Samuel sat on the single sofa in the middle of the living room, just pinched the cigar in his hand, now


    making tea, moving slowly and methodically, more than fifty years old, the hands and feet are exuding


    the charm of a mature man, so that people can easily imagine, when young and suave.


    I walked over, sat down on the couch next to him, and smiled lightly, "Dad."


    "Hmm." Samuel nodded gently and put one of the cups of tea, in front of me, "Try it, the new dragon


    well that arrived this year."


    "Good." Lifted the cup of tea and took a sip, smiled and nodded slowly, "Sweet aftertaste, not bad."


    Samuel didn''t answer again and refilled my tea for me.


    Luna was nning to get close to rie before dinner time, but rie was moring to go to the study


    to do her homework, so Luna couldn''t resist her and had to go along for tutoring.


    They had just gone upstairs when a servant came in at the door to inform them, "Master, a guest has


    arrived."


    "Pleasee in." Samuel did not even talk about his eyelids, unhurriedly blowing the hot air on his cup


    of tea, seemingly not surprised at all.


    Isn''t tonight a family dinner?


    Just when I thought it was strange, footsteps sounded behind me and the so-called guest had walked


    in.


    With curiosity, I turned my head to look at a strange man, a white shirt with a ck trench coat, a hand-


    knitted cashmere scarf hanging in the middle of his neck, a top quality garment.


    But I brainstormed in my head, and did not search out the shadow of this person, so he is not the


    object of my acquaintance or have crossed.


    The man, however, behaved graciously, walked in and first locked eyes with Samuel, then saw me,


    smiled gently, and came striding toward me.


    "Miss Kennedy," the man moved his hand civilly, his tone modest, "Wilbur Palma."


    Wilbur Palma?


    Wilbur, the trader who single-handedly swept away billions from numerous capitalists on the Country M


    stock exchange overnight and then disappeared unnoticed?


    When Bitcoin first became a big hit, Deborah mentioned a lot of news about the stock in my ears, and


    Wilbur was one of the big names, but I never thought that someone who only existed in legends would


    actually appear in front of my eyes.


    Thinking of Deborah''s face as she spoke of Wilbur''s admiration and adoration, I politely extended my


    hand and gave him a shallow handshake, "I''ve heard a lot about you."


    "Wilbur is here." Luna somehow heard themotion and arrived downstairs in the blink of an eye with


    a cheerful look, "Don''t stand, sit down, I heard your Uncle Mo say that you just came back from


    Country M?"