The Adorable Twins and Their CEO Daddy

Someone informed Gerald about the police paying Corbin a visit regarding Hodge’s accident.

“Great! Corbin is Maurice’s confidant. If something goes wrong, Maurice could be implicated. That’s fantastic!”

Gerald smiled evilly as he sat in his office chair.

His eyes were gloomy as he touched the bruises on his neck. He finally got his revenge on Maurice this time.

“Boss, what if Maurice betrays Corbin and blames him for the accident?” Sean Weston, his secretary, reminded him.

Gerald sneered and replied, “My nephew looks cold and ruthless, but in fact, he cares the most about personal feelings. That is his fatal weakness.”

“That’s right! People who do great things do not bother about futile things. You can accomplish great things, boss. Your greatest strength is that you do not let yourself be controlled by emotions. You have no weaknesses at all.” Sean kept flattering his boss.

Suddenly, Gerald’s smile froze.

Was his secretary praising him?

He glared at Sean, and Sean snapped back to reality. “I didn’t mean that, boss. Please let me explain.”

“Forget it. This conversation is over. I’d like to see how Maurice can get out of this predicament.”

Gerald then stood up and fixed his sleeves.

“Let’s go back and see if we can find anything interesting.”

Sean let out a sigh of relief and followed Gerald out of the office.

toward the underground parking garage. Suddenly, a

Sean beside him as

“Ah!”

pushed out of the way to block the car, closed his eyes and screamed in

the Bentley screeched to a halt

critical moment of

secretary at all. He

was clearly the

driver maneuvered the car to follow

“Damn it! Help!”

wits. He dashed around the parking lot like a madman until he was cornered by the Bentley. There was no way

collapsed to the floor as his

stopped, just as he thought he

his eyes due to

a familiar figure get out of the car, holding a long iron stick. The

closer. Gerald’s eyes widened in disbelief

“Maurice!”

good eyesight,

stood in front of Gerald, holding the iron stick and wearing a cold smile. His tone was very cold, and there

this how you

waved his iron stick at Gerald before

that he screamed and covered his head