Gluey Love Between Us

Kenneth's handsome face darkened. He nodded slightly, "Fine." And then, his fingers began to tap on the keyboard at high speed. Victor took out his phone and sent a message to Lucian.

"Done," Kenneth said.

Victor also received the message from Lucian, saying, "I've received it."

Victor looked through the records carefully. For more than a decade, Rebecca had been transferring money out.

The total amount was up to 200 million dollars.

If his father knew about this, he would definitely be pissed off, and his blood pressure would soar.

Victor glanced at Kenneth with a look of approval. "Kenny, you are really amazing. This is what I have been curious about for a long time. Now I finally figured it out. I feet all my tolerance of the grievances will pay off."

With the evidence, Rebecca would be kicked out soon.

Kenneth suddenly looked at him and asked, "Uncle Victor, have you suffered a lot before?"

He actually knew a few things about Victor.

He seemed not to have lived a good life when he had been young. His stepmother and younger brother had often abused him. Kenny knew more or less about these things.

"Yes!" Victor pursed his lips and nodded. He looked at Kenny gently. "Kenny, no matter what my childhood was like, I have never given up looking for your mother. Now I have you, your mother, and your grandmother. I am really happy."

For the first time, Victor spoke his mind to his son. He had waited for more than ten years, and he would cherish the happiness right now.

Kenneth looked at him with complicated eyes. Either his father or mother had lived an easy life before.

Seeing Victor treating his mother so well, Kenneth hoped they would be happier than anyone else for the rest of their lives.

"Uncle Victor, thank you. No matter how difficult it was, you have never given up looking for my mother. But please don't hide things from her. She doesn't like to be deceived."

A trace of doubt flashed across Victor's black eyes. He looked at Kenny and asked, "Kenny, what do you mean? I need your help. Your mother's attitude toward me has changed a little now. However, I am afraid she is not that into me. Your mother is my dream wife. She is destined to marry me."

Kenneth was speechless.

Dream wife?

Victor's cold deep eyes were gleaming with determination at this moment.

The corners of Kenneth's lips curled up slightly and he said, "Uncle Victor, you can do it!"

Victor didn't know how to respond.

"Kenny, do you have anything to say to me?" His tone was gentle. In front of the three children, he always tried to soften his expression, for fear of scaring them.

Kenneth lowered his head slightly and averted his star-like eyes. He said, "Let's go down for dinner first. Grandfather seems to have returned."

Kenneth did not answer Victor's question.

Victor suddenly realized a problem. Kenny had the same temper as him. He was premature and calm, and he had avoided his question twice.

If it were a normal kid at his age, he would have answered whatever he was asked.

Such as Boris. He answered every question Victor asked.

However, his three kids were obviously not so easy to deal with.

Victor nodded slightly and glanced at Kenny's computer with his dark eyes.

Kenneth knew what he meant, and the little boy's vibe suddenly changed. He begged, "Three days later, the computers of the Jotham Alwynn Group will return to normal. Uncle Victor, you must keep it a secret for me. Don't let my mother know what I did. I don't want to make her worried."

His calm words were so thoughtful that they made Victor's heart ache.

"Sure! Don't worry, Kenny," Victor said with a smile.

They then started to walk out.

As soon as they got out, Victor saw Eden coming down from upstairs.

She was dressed in a white hoodie. Her soft curly hair was tied into a bun. Her forehead was full, and her facial features were exquisite. She exuberated with a sense of luxurious beauty and inherent charm. Victor looked at her. Her bright and limpid eyes were sparkleding with a smile, making her look purer and more beautiful.

"Mom, I'll go down to help grandma," Kenneth said as he walked downstairs.

There was a faint smile on his expressionless face. Kenneth seemed to be creating an opportunity for them.

Victor looked at his son's back gratefully. For the first time, he felt that his life was awesome!

Eden smiled and said, "Victor, go upstairs and change your clothes. It is almost time for dinner." The lip gloss on her soft red lips was shining attractively.

Victor looked at her and couldn't help swallowing. This girl was d*mn seductive. How long would he have to wait?

"Okay, I'll go now," he said in a hoarse but attractive voice.

Eden went downstairs.

On the roof of the Jotham Alwynn Group's building.

It was getting dark. The evening breeze was very cold, and Iris was wearing thin clothes. At this time, she was surrounded by many reporters and felt quite nervous. She was trembling all over, her hands and feet cold.

Haven saw the news and also rushed to the scene.

The firemen had arrived, and they were trying to find a way to rescue Iris.

A psychological expert also hastened to the spot, and he was earnestly persuading her.

However, Iris didn't care about anyone. She just stood there, crying. Her hands were holding the guardrail on the edge of the roof, and her situation looked very dangerous.

Looking at Iris like this, Vincent wished he could walk over and kick her off.

"Iris, are you coming over or not?" Vincent was angry. No one had challenged his patience like this before.

There were more and more reporters around, and more and more people were watching under the building.

However, the location where Iris was standing was relatively special, so it was simply impossible to carry on the rescue operation.

As long as she jumped, she would definitely be smashed to pieces because this building had more than twenty floors.

Everyone looked at her on tenterhooks.

"Vincent, you promised to marry me, but you broke your promise. Is it useful for me to go over? Will you marry me if I go over?" Iris cried and shouted, her eyes red and swollen. The evening breeze blew her soft hair up, and her haggard face was full of sadness.

"You..." Vincent didn't know what to say. No matter what he said, Iris would respond by repeating her words. Vincent had always been good at wheedling women, but he felt helpless now.

The psychological expert, standing not far away, was still constantly persuading Iris.

However, Iris couldn't hear what he was saying at all. His voice was blown away by the wind.

Haven looked at Iris and recalled what she had said in the cafe the other day.

She stared at Iris with a cold smile. She had thought Iris would play a clever trick, but it turned out that she had chosen this extreme way.

It was a pity that she didn't know Vincent very well. Vincent hated women who kept pestering him the most.

If she played hard to get, Vincent would never forget her.

If she kept bugging him, Vincent would definitely avoid her like the plague.