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âMrs. Hunt, something big has happened! Someone who looks identical to Mr. Hunt has arrived at our door and claims to be Mr. Huntâs son.â
Mrs. Hunt was having afternoon tea when her personal butler rushed to tell her what had happened at the door.
The old lady was startled and jumped to her feet. âWhat?â
She swallowed saliva. âWho gave birth to that child? Whatâs wrong with Justin? How many children does he have out there?â
The butler: ââ¦â
Yes, he had become a father once five years ago. Now, he was going to be a father again!
Mrs. Hunt took the butlerâs hand. âLetâs go take a look!â
On the way, she couldnât help but say to the butler, âYou have to keep this matter a secret! Donât let the Smiths find out.â
The butler was stunned. âDidnât you agree to this marriage with the Smiths?â
âWhat nonsense are you talking? In all of New York, the only person worthy of pampering is the Smithsâ eldest daughter. Yvonne is gone, and now, thereâs only Nora left. Besides, sheâs Peteâs mother! What worries me now is that if the Smiths learn of this childâs existence, theyâll call off the engagement!â
Mrs. Hunt frowned. At the thought of her familyâs affairsâ¦.. she lowered her voice even further. âBesides, we have a request for her now!â
The butler immediately understood and nodded.
gαâηÏνððsâ¤cоðº, your storytelling home When the two arrived at Justinâs villa, they overheard a low cry coming from inside!
He rushed inside and saw a small boy carrying a black backpack. He was holding a bodyguardâs hand and biting it.
The bodyguard wanted to snatch his finger, but feared he would hurt his teeth. If they didnât use force, his fingers could not be retracted.
This brat was using all his strength to bite him!
The butler next to him was Justinâs trusted assistant and was loyal to him. Seeing this, he shouted anxiously from the side, âXander, let go of his hand! Sheâll break her fingers if you keep biting.â
Xander looked at him with a pair of long, narrow eyes identical to Justinâs. He refused to let go and mumbled something.
The butler couldnât hear him clearly, so he said, âWe just want to take your spit. We donât intend to hurt you.â
Xander continued to growl.
The butler said, âI swear Iâm not trying to hurt you! Itâs just that you said youâre Mr. Huntâs son. Shouldnât we go check? What if heâs not your father? You wouldnât want to call a stranger your father, would you?â.
Hearing this, Xanderâs eyes averted before finally releasing him.
The bodyguardâs fingers were already bloody. There was a row of small teeth marks, and it was shocking.
The butler wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and heard Xander say, âYou need to tell me before you make something out of nothing, okay? You didnât say anything and you stuck a q-tip in my mouth. I thought you were making me eat it.â
The butler: ââ¦â
The butler was speechless and just nodded. âYes, yes, yes, yes. Youâre right!â
Only then did Xander open his mouth. âHurry up and take it. I also want to know if Justin is my father.â
If he wasnât, heâd be anxious to see his bunnies #3 and #4 again!
The other bodyguard stepped forward in fright and pulled out a cotton swab. âXander, donât bite me.â
Xander raised his eyebrows.
The bodyguard put his hand to his mouth and swirled the cotton swab in his throat. Just as he was about to pull his hand away, Xander suddenly feigned a bite.
The bodyguard was so startled that he hastily stepped back and staggered. âHahahahahahaha!â Xander pointed at the bodyguard and lifted his head to laugh. He looked arrogant and eager, but his eyes were full of mischief. âHow funny!â
The butler: ââ¦â
He suddenly missed Pete.
When Pete was young, he was autistic and didnât like to talk much. He would hide in a corner quietly. He was quite the opposite of this little devil who played with people everywhereâ¦..
He wiped his forehead and carefully placed the cotton swab in the bag. Then, she had someone send it to Nora.
After sending it, she turned around and saw that Elder Mrs. Hunt was already standing in front of Xander. She asked in a shaky voice, âAre you Justinâs son, where is your mother?â
âAnd you?â asked Xander. âGrandma, are you Justinâs mother? Arenât you too old and ugly? Donât tell me Justin looks like you and is very ugly? I donât think Iâm his son!â
Elderly Mrs. Hunt She took a step back and pointed at Xander. âYou, you, youâ¦â
Xander took two steps toward the butler and said disdainfully, âButler, sheâs already insane, why is she still living here, shouldnât she be sent to a nursing home?â
The butler: â?â
Elderly Mrs. Hunt: â?â.
The butler next to Elderly Mrs. Hunt said, âMrs. Hunt is not insane!â.
Xander blinked, âIs that so? So, does she stutter? Thatâs very funny. Grandma, how old are you?â
All: â???â
Elderly Mrs. Hunt was indeed old, but due to the Huntâs high status, no one had dared speak to her like that in all these years.
Her hands immediately shook with rage as she pointed at Xander and angrily shouted, âYou, you, you!â
âMy name is Xander, can you call me by my name?â
Xanderâs eyes were extremely bright like black grapes and filled with anticipation. âIf you stutter, you will call me Xan, Xan, Xan, Xanâ¦. Hahahahaha!â
Elderly Mrs. Hunt: â!â
She rolled her eyes angrily and stepped back.
âMrs. Hunt!â
The butler shouted in shock and rushed to restrain Elderly Mrs. Hunt. âHurry, call the GP!â
So, when Justin returned, he saw that Elderly Mrs. Hunt had been carried outside. He could only go to Elderly Mrs. Hunt without looking at Xander.
Elderly Mrs. Hunt had just fainted from provocation. The family doctor measured her blood pressure, gave her medication and used the Zabe Corporationâs Calming Pill to calm her down.
Elderly Mrs. Hunt stared at Justin. âJustin! Where did you get a son like that?â
Justin: ââ¦â
When the old lady finished speaking, he was startled.
She covered her mouth â why did she really start stuttering?
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On the Smiths.
After the Hunts sent Xanderâs DNA sample, Nora drove straight to the hospital.
After all, it was time to go back to check on Quentin.
Just as she reached the door to the ward, she heard Quentin say to Lily, âDonât you seem pretty disengaged lately?â
Lily nodded. âYes. The boss hasnât asked me to do a DNA test in a long time, after all. Itâs just plain awesome. You donât know this, but Iâm a top student. How can I do such menial tasks every day? Thatâs just insulting to me.â
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