Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

Chapter 194

Chapter 194

Silence represented Tinley’s speechlessness.

After a long pause, she stated, “Not collaborating.”

It was still the same two decisive and merciless words. Wendy didn’t know why, but she suddenly found it amusing.

She inexplicably sensed an air of annoyance.

She pondered, ‘It seems Tinley never wants to hear anything about Harries Corporation again.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yvonne sluggishly making her way to the bedroom door. Taking a glance at the time, she sensibly tidied up the scattered documents on the table and left.

I used to stay up late with Tinley, but ever since Yvonne came back, she’s managed to regulate both of our schedules in less than two months.

Yvonne is incredibly punctual with her sleep. Every day, without fail, she goes to bed at the exact same time. I’ve never seen her have trouble sleeping, Wendy sighed internally.

She thought, Kids are so lucky. I’m so jealous.

I can’t even imagine how happy I’d be if I had that kind of sleep quality.’

After leaving the room, Wendy returned to her usual icy demeanor. She took out her phone and systematically relayed the instructions she had just received.

Meanwhile, William, a devoted fan of oranges, received his sixth rejection email of the day.

Compared to the last one, it was practically identical–down to the punctuation.

It was a bit perfunctory. Every time he had his assistant send an email, he would at least change the wording.

Sitting in his hotel room, he was utterly perplexed. He couldn’t figure it out, no matter how much he thought about it.

“Why is it so hard to eat an orange?‘ he wondered.

He asked his colleagues, but without exception, none of them had succeeded either.

William’s dream of eating an orange was shattered. For the time being, everyone finally stopped talking about it–not because they had given up, but because they were silently planning a bigger move.

In the end, Jeremy brought the Pallas’s cat from Yvonne’s kindergarten home.

Initially, he had gone to seek out his father.

After recounting the entire incident as he had heard it from Yvonne, he gazed expectantly at Kelvin.

Kelvin recalled something completely unrelated–the first time Robin had caused chaos in the house, jumping onto the dining table, covered in food, and sending soup splattering everywhere.

Just the thought of it made the cleanliness–obsessed Kelvin feel uncomfortable.

any expression, he flatly refused, stating,

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Jeremy refused to accept

a tantrum in the study, making so much noise that no

escaped to the bedroom, the kid followed him, trailing his every

to take a shower, Jeremy

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to the bedside, held up his phone, and forced his father to watch

work or sleep–Jeremy pestered him endlessly, insisting that he bring the Pallas’s

Jeremy’s strategy

if he annoyed his father enough, he would

didn’t quite match his

of getting what he wanted, he got a

a word, he threw off the blanket, got out of bed, walked to the door, and

balcony, seemingly

was going to call his assistant

long vase and pulled out the

back to Jeremy, standing against the night outside the

the branch.

act, combined with his cold demeanor, made him look exactly like a heartless

Jeremy walked onto the balcony, grinning as he held up his phone, saying, “Dad, are you calling Mr. Reynolds?

a chill ran down

this

around, Jeremy saw what

want to keep it, tine! But why are you hitting me? Jeremy exclaimed

suddenly became lively with their

didn’t know why, but he rushed out to mediate only to find that the bedroom door was firmly

choice but to wait for the door

the house, was also woken up. Being a light sleeper,

his eyes snapped open. Throwing on a coat, he hurried out of his room–only to find the

the middle of the night Seeing Jeremy’s teary eyes,

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immediately scolded Kelvin.

Richard’s reprimand, Kelvin was as composed as if he

ask him why I’m not sleeping

on earth would he be

formed in his mind–this kid must have done

wanting to intervene, but thought better of