Chapter 2076

Spoiled by mr. russell chapter 2076-Mike rolled his eyes.

“Even so, they aren’t serving any tea either, are they?” Thirsty, Mike grumbled while spreading his arms as he stared at the empty coffee table.

When he was free to leave the X Department building, he ran out to meet Alexander. Mike also forgot to drink water in the car with Alexander because he was busy asking Alexander questions.

Mike glanced around and saw a small water dispenser tucked away in the corner of the room. He got up, grabbed a disposable cup to fill it, and asked, “Do you want some?”

Alexander shook his head slightly as he sat still with his arms crossed.

“These people are so rude! So what if it’s the embassy? It’s still within our country, isn’t it? What a bunch of arrogant *ssholes!” Mike complained as he drank his water.

At that moment, footsteps sounded from outside. Alexander looked over and saw two men showing up at the doorway, one after another.

The first man had a cold and intense expression. After throwing Alexander and Mike a deep look, he stepped aside. The second man then slowly entered, supporting himself with a cane.

He did not look elderly, so his need for a cane indicated leg or foot issues. He looked much friendlier and had a smile compared to the first person. “Sorry, I got caught up with something.”

He was not speaking Yudonian but a strange-sounding language.

Puzzled, Mike did not understand what he was saying and looked toward Alexander.

However, Alexander simply sat there with a polite smile and said nothing.

Probably seeing their reaction, the man caught himself and apologized in Yudonian, “Sorry, I forgot you guys don’t understand that language. So what can I do for you?”

Mike wanted to say, “Stop pretending, you motherf*cker! Just give my son back to me.”

However, knowing where he was, he kept it to himself.

‘Will he even admit it when I have no proof? Even if we are the police, we must follow proper procedures or risk ruining the relationship between our country and theirs.

Mike took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

Alexander said casually, “Well, we Hylanders don’t like to beat around the bush. You must be Mr.

Frederick Johannes, right?”

Fred raised his brow but was not too surprised. He nodded and took the seat beside Alexander. “That’s right, but people just call me Fred.”

“Then you must be familiar with these emails.” Alexander stood up and picked up the printouts from the coffee table to hand them over.

Fred glanced at him but did not take the files. Instead, the man beside him grabbed the papers and sized Alexander up. The man only gave the printouts to Fred after ensuring they were safe.

Fred held the papers up and skimmed through them before letting out a half-smile. “I wonder where you obtained these emails. You’re right. I was the one who sent the invitations.”