Chapter 1005

Tom wasn't at all worried about what would happen to Xander afterward. As President Fuller said, we'll just deal with it, anyway, he thought. Putting Xander out of his mind, he quickly caught up to Toby ahead of him, paying no more attention to the unconscious man.

Toby entered the suite's living room. At a glance, he saw Connor sitting across from him with his eyes slightly closed as if he was napping. At that very moment, he stopped in his tracks with a violent storm brewing in his eyes. So this old man is Connor Salzburg, the man who failed my mother and caused her to kill herself. He might also be my dad's murderer! At the thought of this, he clenched his hands at his sides into fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked audibly.

Looking down at the veins standing out on the back of Toby's hands and his pale knuckles, Tom quickly whispered, "Calm down, President Fuller. Your left arm hasn't recovered yet. If anything happens to you, Miss Reed will get worried."

As he had expected, the instant he mentioned Sonia, Toby instantly calmed down a lot, and his fists unclenched a little.

At the sight of this, he breathed a sigh of relief. Miss Reed is useful after all. Seems like if President Fuller loses his temper again in the future, I can mention her to quell his anger, he thought to himself as his eyes flickered. The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was feasible. In the end, he couldn't help but nod twice to himself.

On the other hand, Toby had no time to care about what Tom was thinking behind him. All he knew was that he had finally met Connor, the person behind the death of his parents. He had always thought that he could remain composed enough even if he met Connor, but now, he finally realized that he was wrong, and that he had yet to reach that level of composure. Upon meeting his enemy, he was inwardly consumed with impulsiveness and violent rage, so much so that he even wanted to kill this guy right away. Turns out that I'm not as good as I thought. Clenching his fists again, he took a deep breath. It took him a lot of effort to barely suppress the murderous intent inside him and continue to walk on.

Sitting on the sofa nearby, Connor rubbed the dragon's head on his walking stick when he heard the footsteps. "Xander, go make some tea if you've brought them here."

There was no answer.

stopped right in front of the sofa opposite Connor's. Then, he sat down and stared at the

eyes in an enigmatic fashion. Those who don't know what's going on would think that he's playing the role of some reclusive master. Just look at how pretentious he is; no ordinary people could reach that level. "You'd better stop calling for

from them. At first glance, he saw an expressionless Toby sitting on the sofa across from him while exuding

former expression as if nothing had happened. He

knitted his brows; his eyes looked even more murderous. "You have no right to call me 'son,' nor are you worthy of calling my mother by her

social status, I'm indeed not your equal, and I have to call you President Fuller. However, considering our age and my past relationship with your mother, you're indeed supposed to call me Uncle Connor, whereas I'm supposed to call you 'son.' As for me calling your mother by her pet name..." He narrowed his eyes with a meaningful smile. "I think I'm the only person on earth whom

darkened, but he couldn't make a retort. Indeed, given her feelings for him, his

compressed his lips without saying a word. "By the way, son, your assistant behind you just said that my assistant couldn't get up. What

to signal him to back off. Upon seeing this, he immediately gave a knowing nod and

not that interested to mention so much about an unimportant person. Let's get straight to the point. Where are the spare parts of my lover's

arrival. And now, what Toby had said merely confirmed his guess. "So you're here for what happened to Miss Reed. Seems like you're deeply

something you should care about. You just have to tell me whether you're gonna return the

face. Ah, young people nowadays... Rubbing the dragon's head on his walking stick, he sighed to himself while feeling jealous at the same time. He had been heaped with praise since childhood, but he wasn't able to be as imperturbable as Toby was when he was younger. It was evident from this alone that he was inferior to Homer. He had been compared with Homer when

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