There was a young man kneeling at his feet, tears running down his face: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault! I shouldn't have brought Pugsley to this bar! If Pugsley has anything to do with it, I don't even want to live anymore."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked in the chest.
A sound like the sound of broken bones resounded, causing everyone present at the scene to tremble.
Isaac Waymond clutched his chest and coughed for a while, then immediately got up, straightened his back and knelt down again.
Now that his parents are still abroad on vacation, they still don't know that Pugsley is missing, if they knew, it wouldn't be as simple as his kick just now, he would be torn apart.
Just as Isaac Waymond's mood completely collapsed, suddenly outside the living room there was a knock on the door.
The owner of the bar closest to the door opened it, saw that there was no one outside, and was still feeling strange that he just lowered his head and immediately froze: "Little... young master!!!"
"Pugsley…? Oh my God! Pugsley! My heart is here! Where did you end up running?"
Isaac Waymond crawled on the ground and grabbed hold of the boy, so excited that he burst into tears.
David Waymond took a few steps to the door, picked up Isaac Waymond's collar, threw it aside, then knelt down on one knee across from his son: "What's wrong?"
Finally freed from his uncle's clutches, Pugsley grabbed David Waymond's hand and hurriedly pulled him out. David Waymond leaned close to his son, smelled alcohol on him, In addition, there was also a strange scent, not pungent like perfume, like the scent of a small flower that had just bloomed on a glacier, making him feel strangely familiar, even in a the moment he felt his heart beat a few beats faster
Seeing David Waymond still standing, Pugsley raised his hand to one side, so impatient that there was a rumble in his throat
David Waymond picked up his son, Isaac Waymond and a group of people behind him turned to look at each other and then followed.
Five minutes later, the group stopped in front of the door of a warehouse on the top floor.
Pugsley slid down the stairs, banging on the door of the warehouse with force, his expression seemed very worried and impatient
. Isaac Waymond didn't understand anything, and
David Waymond commanded with a cold face, "Open the door."
"Yes, yes, yes!" The bar owner nodded like a garlic clove, then turned to yell at the female manager standing next to him: "Manager Layla, what are you doing, open the door! Where's the key?'
"Ah… open….door….open door?" That manager was dumbfounded.
Damn it! That Monica Halley is still locked in here! She agreed with Enid Sinclair to at least keep her locked up until the audition tomorrow, two Waymond family gods and master are here, she dares to say no, she can only shake the key to open the lock, push the door open.As soon as the door opened, she saw a woman
. lying unconscious on the ground,
"What's going on? Why is there a woman in here?" The bar owner shouted angrily,
"I... I don't know either! I didn't check anyone before?" That female manager tried to calm down, hiding her guilt
.
But, as soon as someone stepped up to approach Monica Halley, Pugsley immediately jumped up to cover Monica Halley's body, her small face aggressive, not allowing anyone to approach.
"Mr. Waymond, this..." The bar owner said sadly.
David Waymond's gaze glanced at the female manager, then glanced at the ladder lying on the ground and the window frame only enough for a small child to pass through the roof, then guessed roughly everything.
He motioned for everyone to disperse, then went up to pick up the woman himself.
The light, cool scent is even more obvious.
Seeing David Waymond hold him by himself, Pugsley didn't stop him like he did before, but his small face was filled with involuntary expression, a set that if it wasn't for it being so small, it would have been him.
....
People's Hospital No. One City B.
It was morning when Monica Halley woke up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a man sitting in a chair by the opposite window.
The long slender legs are hidden behind the meticulously tailored suit, each button on the shirt is carefully buttoned... the light of the morning sun seems to be unable to dissolve the ice. radiating from him, cold and arrogant like a King of the Middle Ages...
The man seemed to sense her gaze, suddenly lifting his gaze as deep as the ocean. I stood up, coldly looking into her eyes.
That gaze was extremely aggressive, sharp like a surgical knife, bit by bit cutting her body into small pieces.
Monica Halley shivered a little, and despite the discomfort brought by the strange man in front of her, a worried look asked: "This gentleman, please ask, how did I get here? Have you seen a boy? About four years old, doesn't like to talk, also chubby, looks stupid!"
Stupid....
The man raised his eyebrows, looked to her right, his voice was as cold as his own: "You mean Pugsley?"
Monica Halley followed his gaze and quickly saw a small bun sleeping on the small bed next to it, with some water on the back of her hand... "Yes, that's it! It's name
is Pugsley?"
Monica Halley finally breathed a sigh of relief, reaching out to touch the baby's forehead, whose fever had subsided.
When she took the baby out, she regretted it a bit, after all, this baby is still small, has a fever, how can a chaotic place like a bar let him run around alone, if something happens? what about?
Monica Halley turned to look at the super scary man opposite: "This baby is your child...?"
As soon as she said it, Monica Halley discovered that asking questions was more than enough.
One big and one small are identical, absolutely can only be father and son.
Sure enough, that Iceberg replied, "Father."
"Hey, beauty, you're awake, I'm Pugsley's uncle!"
The person who had just entered the wax approached, Monica Halley instinctively stepped back a bit, until she saw this person's face clearly, she froze: "Luc... Isaac Waymond?"
The second son of the Waymond family group - the owner of Thinh The entertainment company, because of his excellent appearance and affluent personality, he is more welcomed by the media than an artist.
This face she absolutely did not admit.
The Iceberg is Pugsley's father, Isaac Waymond is Pugsley's uncle....
So isn't the Iceberg the brother of Isaac Waymond - David Waymond?
David Waymond - The god of wealth of the Citadel - The throneless emperor of the whole Landmart91.
A thousand times without thinking, the person she saved is the son of a private child in the legend of David Waymond - The glittering golden light little prince.....
David Waymond constantly assessed the woman on the hospital bed, as if wanting to see if the expression on her face was real or fake.
After a long time, presumably finally believing that she did not have to know Pugsley's identity before, so she coldly opened her mouth: "Your request?"
"Huh, what's the request?" Monica Halley doesn't understand what these headless words mean.
"My brother meant thank you for saving Pugsley, so I wanted to repay you!" David Waymond made a face like he had just hit a bad luck.
Monica Halley quickly digested the information, then immediately opened her mouth to say: "Actually, you don't need to thank me, it's true that I saved Pugsley but it also saved me, if it didn't come out. Besides calling someone to come, I'm afraid I'm still locked up there, so even if the payment is done, no one owes anyone."
Although she was lucky to save the Little Prince, she did not dare to compete. The more the person with the money, the more powerful the suspicion of suspicion, let alone the super-rich family like the Waymond Family, no doubt she made it herself to plot something and had to burn incense. thank god. Just look at David Waymond's guarded eyes like he was robbed earlier.
To avoid consequences later, it is best to brush off all ties.
Monica Halley thought to herself that this answer would not be a problem, but David Waymond's face was nothing short of pleasing to the eye, making her scared for fear of losing her honey.
You didn't say anything wrong, did you? What does such a scary face mean?
"Brother, don't act so scary, people who don't know think they're taking revenge, not revenge!"
Isaac Waymond couldn't bear to see the beauty scared, so he spoke to relieve the siege, then graciously said to Monica Halley: "My brother doesn't like to be in debt to anyone, just say whatever you want! Don't be polite!"