Mysterious Mr.Richard

Flee

It had rained several times at the end of August. The summer heat wasn't over yet.

At 9 am, the gates of the international school were filled with the cars from parents who had come to

get their children enrolled. Having expected this to happen, Pearl was wise enough to take a taxi early

in the morning, saving the trouble to find a parking space.

Then Pearl took Bonny and Brandon into the school. As they were about to reach the teaching building,

she suddenly asked, "Bonny, which class are you two in?"

Bonny was carrying a small, ladybug-style backpack while eating fudge. She shook her head, "I have

no idea."

Brandon, who was on Pearl's right, revealed a look of disdain on his face. "Mommy, don't you know?

You shouldn't be the one who asked us about it, right?"

She, as a mother, didn't even know which class her children were in. Wasn't it ridiculous?

"I know!" Pearl quickly denied.

However, her body stood still and she had no idea where to go for a while.

"Class 2C on second floor."

A clear male voice came from behind.

"Uncle Ethan!" Bonny ran over.

Pearl turned around and saw Ethan walking over with his arms folded. He wore a pair of sunglasses

narcissistically as if he was now in a fashion show.

Ethan picked up Bonny and held her in his arms. He handed her the ice cream he had just bought and

then ridiculed Pearl. "Wonderful! You didn't look at the huge bulletin at the entrance. I even thought that

you were a prophet."

Pearl rolled her eyes at him, "Don't you have an operation? Why are you here?"

"Well, I switched it with Dr. Lee."

"Why? Aren't you afraid that some problems might happen?"

"It's fine, just a minor operation. The patient's family has agreed with it." Ethan raised his chin toward

the stairs. "I'm afraid that if I don't come, you would hang around here for an entire morning."

"I have a mouth. I can always ask others for help."

"And let their classmates know that you're a fool? This is bad for their relationship with classmates."

"Ethan, are you trying to let me bit you?"

"Bonny, let's run...your mom can't catch up with us"

Pearl was still holding Brandon's hand. No matter how much she wanted to punch him, she couldn't

just ignore her child.

She and Ethan married each other for different purposes, where she wanted to settle down with her

children abroad, and Ethan just wanted to please his family. Over the past seven years, Ethan had

taken care of the children most of the time.

At this time, Zellweger Group's president office.

The blinds were pulled tightly, and the lights were turned on in the spacious office.

The secretary came in with coffee. Seeing that the blinds were tightly closed, she asked, "Did you sleep

in the company last night again, Mr. Zellweger?"

"Yep." Richard replied, without saying anything else.

"Mr. Zellweger, despite how busy your work is, you'd better take care of your health."

Then the secretary went to open the blinds, and the rays of sunshine immediately shone in through the

windows.

Ted knocked on the door, saying, "Boss."

Richard raised his head and nodded, and Ted came in.

"Mr. Zellweger, I'll leave first." The secretary said. She turned off the lights before leaving. The room

became slightly darker, but the depressing and gloomy feeling was greatly reduced.

After the secretary left, Ted placed a document on Richard's desk.

"Boss, this is the detailed information of Dr. Yonng and Mr. Louise when they were abroad."

There were just a few pages, which didn't look like Ted's usual meticulous style.

In this regard, Ted explained, "Young Mr. Louise has been well protected by the his family, and there

are many bodyguards around him, so it's easy to investigate his private life."

If it wasn't for that, Ted should have found out the children's father. However, at that time, except for

finding out their birthday, he couldn't get any other information.

Although the Louise family didn't attach much importance to Ethan's, they still had done a great job in

protecting his privacy.

"Thanks for your work."

Ted replied hurriedly, "It's my duty."

He observed Richard's cold expression. After flipping through the pages, his eyes turned even colder. It

was as if the surrounding air had frozen.

Richard's slender and long fingers gripped the edge of the thin piece of paper tightly.

Pearl and Ethan got married five years ago. However, when Pearl went abroad seven years ago, they

had began to live together.

There was no doubt who the real father was.

Richard's fingers, which held the edge of the paper tightly, were about to crush the papers into pieces.

Ted stood in front of the desk for a long time. He collected the information, so he naturally knew what

was inside. Before he came in, he knew that a storm was about to come. "Boss, if there is nothing else,

I'll get going." He was about to break out in a cold sweat.

Under such a situation, fleeing was still the best policy.

Richard kept silent. Ted stood for a while and left quietly. After he went out, he met the manager of the

finance department who had come to hand over some documents. He quickly pulled him over, "Mr.

Harris, it's not a suitable time now."

While Daniel Harris was in a daze, a crashing sound could be heard from the office.

"What's happening?" James asked.

Ted shook his head with an expression that could only be understood without words.

James held a stack of documents in his arms, "Then, when should I resend this document? Boss told

me he wants it as soon as possible."

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Hearing this, Daniel's face turned pale. He had seen how Richard was like when he was angry, and

several executives were even fired recently. He didn't want to lose his job.

"I see. Thank you, Mr. Watson." James held the documents and was about to flee. "I'll wait until it's

convenient"

Looking upset, Ted said: "I'm afraid it's not going to be convenient for a long time."

Separated by a wall, in the office, all the documents that were originally piled up on the desk were

swept to the floor.