Her Seven Little Bodyguards

Chapter 963 Twisting the Knife

At this moment, Vania was scrolling through the netizens' comments in high spirits. Answering the phone call from the show's director, she came straight to the point, saying, "Don't worry, I'll take care of this. Not only will the show not be affected, but it'll also get even better ratings, too."

Hearing her words, the director thanked her repeatedly, saying, "Well, that'd be great! Sorry to bother you with all of this, President Greyson."

After Vania ended the phone call, Hanson snatched the phone from her. He asked in all seriousness, "Darling, tell me the truth. Are you July?" Despite the many previous instances where she had astonished him with her talents, he was once again excited about how amazing she was this time. After all, it was incredibly outstanding for someone to have so many identities at once.

Vania gave him a wink and replied, "Yes, I am, of course. I wouldn't have dared to perform the work of a grand pianist without permission if I weren't."

Hanson had figured this out already, but he felt complicated about it nonetheless. "Darling, what am I supposed to do with you?" I might as well just keep her away from the public eye. Such a great wife is surely going to attract prying eyes, and I'm too selfish to allow someone else to take a look at her.

Seeing his hurt demeanor, the seven little kids came together to twist the knife in his wound. "Daddy, there's one other thing that we haven't told you."

narrow eyes. "What else is it that

"Mommy wrote that piece

another stab in the heart,

said

to figure

music that Mommy's written is dedicated to us, and she said she'd only write songs for us." In other words,

three kids were always with Vania, so they

the already jealous Hanson grew even more jealous at their words. My wife loves me as well, so shouldn't I get included in her stage name? Staring at Vania with

he was going to say. "You mean something like August?" This

something like 'Vaniason,' but 'Hansovania' would be even better." The more he thought about this, the more satisfied he was with the