Madam Winters’s Fight For Her Children

Madam Winters’s Fight For Her Children Chapter 1082

Chapter 1082

“What do we do, Hal?” When she saw George‘s car, Ninian panicked. “I can‘t let George find me here!” If George found out that she had sneakily returned to the country without letting him know and even went into the entertainment industry, he might just toss her out of the country again.

She could not leave at this time, she had not properly thanked Everett yet!

“Don‘t worry, Ninian!” Harold tried to calm her down, but he was so worked up himself, that he was about to start pulling his hair out.

If George found out Harold and the workshop had developed a new AI simulation android with Ninian‘s face to replace her living abroad and deceive the Winters family, George would probably skin him alive.

But now, it was too late to run. Behind them was the road to the Winters family‘s mansion, and in front was George‘s car. It was not like they could fly. “How about this?” Harold said quickly, “Ninian, hide behind my car seat, and the young lady next to you can climb up to the passenger seat and pretend that we‘re dating to fool George.

“Huh?” Lana‘s face was blank. Seeing the anxious faces of the siblings, she finally registered what Harold was saying

Outside the window, George‘s car was already approaching

Harold urged in a

petite body. When the opposite car approached, she was clearly in the passenger seat. When the fronts of

passenger seat, Lana once again saw a beautiful face that made her jaw drop!

dignified appearance and a calm face. He wore a pair of silver spectacles. The man raised his eyes slightly and glanced at them with a glance so cold it was like

not look too old, and he looked very much like Harold, who was beside Lana. But the air of superiority he gave off was much

hyperactive people would behave when they stood in front of him.

was one such

attitude disappeared, and he became an obedient

back,” Harold greeted shyly and somewhat

George swept his gaze over him with cold indifference. His tone was as low as the plucked strings of a cello. “Harold, what

running!” Harold pretended to look aloof, scratching his head and smiling as he said, “I just thought of something important,

at Harold, saying, “Aren‘t you just ‘amazing‘? You‘d even toy with such a young

was so irked that he seemed ready to jump out of his seat.

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