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.

the underground parking garage. Suddenly, a Bentley rushed

beside him as the

“Ah!”

to block

screeched to a halt in

so terrified at that critical moment of life and death that he collapsed

Gerald didn’t care about his secretary at all. He ran towards the exit without

was clearly the

maneuvered the

“Damn it! Help!”

the parking lot like a madman until he was cornered by the Bentley. There was

the floor as his legs

just as he

eyes due to the bright headlights of

saw a familiar figure get out of the car, holding a long iron stick. The stick made a harsh sound as it scratched

got closer. Gerald’s eyes widened in disbelief as

“Maurice!”

good eyesight, Uncle

holding the iron stick and wearing a cold smile. His tone was very cold, and

What the hell are you doing?! I’m your elder. Is this how you treat your elders? I have to inform

his iron stick at Gerald before he could even

that he screamed and covered his head