"Do I look like that kind of person?" Harrison Yale's facial expression darkened even further.
"Not at all! Absolutely not! My brother is so handsome, beloved by all. If someone were to be kidnapped, it would be you kidnapping them."
"Brother, it's already very late, can we go home for dinner now?"
Zoe Yale held her stomach, which very cooperatively let out a couple of growls.
She was really hungry...
"Let's go home." Harrison Yale looked at her pitiful face, reached out to rub her little head, and then, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, they left the company.
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Charles White returned to his own apartment.
He tossed his briefcase onto the coffee table and went straight into the bathroom.
After a refreshing shower, he walked out of the bathroom wearing his sleeping robe.
He headed to the sofa and was about to reach for his computer when Zoe Yale's blank little face suddenly flashed before his eyes; he paused, then reached for his phone.
