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Chapter 888

Chapter 888 Bizarre Call

Tom stopped complaining in silence and asked, “What else do you need, President Fuller?”

Toby lowered his head pensively for a moment. “Have you received any weird calls today? Or did you see any weird people?”

Weird calls? Weird people? Tom shook his head in confusion. “No, President Fuller. Did something happen?”

“Anya hired our ex-legal department head as her lawyer,” Toby answered.

Tom tried to recall who it was, and he remembered someone. “Oscar?”

“Yes.” Toby nodded. “Connor’s the one who hired him. He thought he could use our connection to get Anya off the hook, but the negotiation broke down, so he might call you to find out more about me. He might also send his spies as well.”

Connor would not contact him that easily. Homer was his father after all, and no man would want to come in contact with the son of the man who took their beloved away.

“I see.” Tom nodded. “Don’t worry, President Fuller. I haven’t received any weird calls today. Didn’t see any weird people either.”

Toby nodded. “That’s good to hear.”

Anya? Why did he do so much for her? Are they father and

had a

an answer in and of

his eyes widened. “She’s actually his

chortled sardonically. “The product of an

wedlock? If I remember correctly, she’s twenty-seven, isn’t she? Then, that means…” Tom’s eyes were as big as saucepans now, and he did not finish his sentence, though he

years after Toby’s mother was married to Homer. Didn’t he say he would wait for the madam? He promised he wouldn’t get another woman, but in the end, not only did he do that, but they had a child as well. Everyone in Westsanshire calls him a loyal man.

he asked with concern, “Are you alright,

let alone Toby. President Fuller’s heart is getting

Toby squinted, a storm brewing in his eyes. “I had a guess, so I was prepared for this. I won’t lose my mind and kill him or something, and I have Little Leaf

to me? I’m just trying to help. This is just ungrateful. I can’t do this anymore. Imma hang up.

that.”

hung up, still

done, he tossed the towel onto the couch’s armrest and headed to the kitchen. His hair was still wet, but he

but it was far from what he

…

the bedside table. Her eyes were still closed and she had no idea where she was, but she still did it because of her muscle memory. She found her phone and swiped right

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