“Huh? That …”


    Vivian’s gaze flickered as he thought about it and felt that Morris’ words were not without merit, “Yeah, that bastard Mike is indeed ruthless. If he holds the child hostage, the consequences are unthinkable.”


    Lowering her head, she considered carefully.


    “If you don’t want to forget it, I …” Morris saw Vivian’s reluctance for the child and wanted to take back what she just said.


    “No. I think you have a good point. I was just thinking about where it would be appropriate to send the child. After all, I’m going to be busy back there too.”


    She tilted her head and once again leaned on Morris’ shoulder, “You have a lot to do, and I have a lot to do too. I don’t have time for the kids back there, so why not let my parents help us look at the kids?”


    Thinking about it, Vivian thought it was a good idea, “My parents are bored in the country, and Houghton he … is gone now. I’m afraid they’ll be lonely.”


    When they say they are taking care of the children, the reality is that they are letting the two children and their adoptive parents live in a different ce and stay with the children.


    Morris reached out and pinched Vivian’s nose, “Good idea.”


    The two of them hit it off.


    The next day.


    Morris went to work, Vivian went to her gamepany first, while Ethan and Angelo were responsible for apanying Margarita Jones to tour the mountains and familiarize themselves with life in L City.


    Except for Dixon and Sophie, it seems that everyone’s life is back to normal.


    And Morris’s appearance caused another uproar, but the first thing he did when he went back to work at his ownpany was to hold a press conference to disclose the identity of the shareholders of anotherpany and to tell a little about his ‘return from the dead’.


    Of course, ‘back from the dead’ is false, and all the exnations, too, are perfunctory excuses.


    On the other hand, Larissa was devastated after returning home from the Royal View Vi, and slept at home with her head buried all night, and cried all night.


    The next day, with dark circles under her eyes, her condition was exceptionally poor, so she had to go to the beauty salon and have a facial beauty massage.


    When she drove to the salon, the receptionist saw Larissa and greeted her familiarly, “Hello Miss Larissa.”


    “Wow, Miss Larissa has lost weight again.”


    “Sister Larissa, your skin is also too good.”


    …


    A few of the masseurs slinked and ttered, each saying things that Larissa liked to hear.


    She opened her handbag, took out some money from it, and said to one of the waiters, “Go buy some delicious food for all your sisters, and the rest is your tip.”


    “Haha, thank you Sister Larissa.”


    “Thank you Sister Larissa.”


    “Miss Larissa is the best.”


    The crowd of waiters were happy, and even a waiter who knew Larissa well reminded, “Sister Larissa, President Bridget is in the office.”


    Larissa had a good rtionship with Bridget, the salon owner, and came over once every three or two days, so the attendants got to know her.


    “Got it.”


    She answered, went upstairs, went to Bridget’s office, and pushed the door straight through.


    Sitting at his desk, Bridget was looking at customer information and looked up at Larissa, “Why are you free toe over today?”


    “Ugh, I’ve been up all night and my skin feels all brown, so I’m here for a facial.”


    Larissa walked up to her and sat sideways on the desk, her eyes nced at the paperwork on the table without thinking.


    Abruptly, her eyebrows knitted and she turned back once again to look closely at that information and couldn’t help but ask, “This person … is … Sophie?”


    “Huh? You know her?” Bridget was a little surprised.


    Larissa immediately stood up, looked down at that information on the table, and nced at the photo of herself in the upper left corner, and was taken aback, “She, how is she disfigured?”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!