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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.”

remembered something and he adjusted his glasses. “Is Connor related to Anya? Why did

but he had

was an answer in

that, and his eyes widened. “She’s

chortled sardonically. “The product of

correctly, she’s twenty-seven, isn’t she? Then, that means…” Tom’s eyes were as big as saucepans now, and he did

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. They say he’s staying single for the madam, but he’s been sleeping around like everyone else. The madam should have

Connor silently and he asked with concern,

let alone Toby. President Fuller’s

this. I won’t lose my mind and kill

you doing this to me? I’m just trying to help.

do that.” Toby

hung up,

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

at first, but it was far from what he had in mind. She’s still weak. She needs her nutrients. Toby brewed

…

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 on the screen before placing the device against her ear. “Hello, may I know who you are?” she asked, her

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