Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

Thinking, Nancy looked at Nathan again, her eyes became birdlike for a few moments, "It belongs to the three of us, the three of us as a family."

"Of course, these will all be ours." Nathan hugged her tighter, a sly, sinister smile crossing the corners of his eyes.

Early the next morning, Nancy came down from upstairs and prepared to leave for the office.

I searched around but couldn't find Nathan's figure.

Instead, there was a constant muffled grunt in the basement.

She walked in, puzzled, and saw Old Mr. Jones tied up and his mouth held open with an instrument.

And Nathan took the vise and pulled his teeth off a little.

Next to the black leather shoes, there are already several white teeth with blood.

Apparently it was just pulled off.

"Nancy, you're up." Nathan was smiling and his hands kept moving, "Breakfast is on the dining room table, hurry up and eat."

Nancy, however, stood unmoving, her gaze directed to Old Mr. Jones, who was gazing a short distance away, her brow furrowed, "What are you doing?"

Nathan's tone was unhurried, "This old man started talking nonsense early in the morning, and the noise really bothered me, so I simply did it and helped him shut up."

As he spoke, Old Mr. Jones' eyes had taken on an expectant look, as if waiting for Nancy to rescue him.

In the end, the old man who is half buried in the soil, the body is not that strong, at the moment the pain is close to fainting.

But in anticipation, I only heard Nancy say coldly, "You shouldn't have pulled out his teeth, what if he couldn't eat and starved to death?"

Old Mr. Jones's heart, a little bit sunken.

He looked at Nancyincredulously, as if he knew this second daughter of his for the first time.

"Regret?" Nathan let out a low laugh, "But it's all your own fault, old man, if you would have shared a little something with her earlier, why would you be in this situation today?" So, Old Mr. Jones is to blame for everything.

Old Mr. Jones closed his eyes in despair.

And Nancy turned around and went to the dining room, finished her breakfast, and set off for the office.

Arriving at the office, Sebastian had already arrived and was talking to the staff at hand.

Turning his head and seeing Nancy, he nodded expressionlessly as a greeting.

Nancy, unconcerned, handed the papers in her bag to the employee in front of her.

"Give these to the legal department, and once you're sure there's no problem, get someone to follow up!"

The employee took it with both hands, his eyes full of shock, "Miss Jones, isn't this the most difficult advertising agency before, you took it?"

"It's not a big deal, no need to be so surprised." Nancy waved her hand, "Just follow me, in the future, such a list, do not know how many."

The staff immediately patted the horse's back, "That's natural, if we don't follow Miss Jones, who will we follow? They say that the one who knows the time is the one who is good, I want to stay with Miss Jones and be a good one!"

The nodding head and waist look, almost to kneel down to give Nancy shine shoes.

The smile in the corner of Nancy's eyes grew stronger.

"Mr. Grant, I wonder if you have made any remarkable achievements recently when you took charge of the company?" Nancy changed her tone and put the question to Sebastian. Sebastian, however, was in no hurry.

He stared straight at Nancy, his handsome sword brow furrowing, "Auntie Nancy, you smell like damp rust, very strong." Nancy's smile freezes instantly!