My Arrogant Fiancée Is an All Round Genius

Chapter 84 Mr. Larson Asks for Money

Alfredo hurried back, only to find that Myrna had left. His eyes dimmed instantly, like a deflated ball, listless

"Did sister leave?"

Calvin put things down, took out his phone and glanced at the

message, his thin lips moved: "Let's go, she texted saying she's back at school for class."

"Oh."

Calvin caught sight of his listless appearance, his thin lips curling into a smirk as he ruffled his hair, lazily saying. "If you behave. I'll take you to pick her up after school."

"Really?" The little head that had just drooped down suddenly shot up.

Calvin was in a good mood, he put his phone back, his eyes deep-set. he didn't answer directly: "Depends on your performance.

If he behaved well and obeyed, he could consider taking a look.

Cedric had just come in from outside and, seeing them talking, was surprised not to see Myrna. He asked in astonishment. "Mr. Larson. did Ms. Stark go to school? How come I don't see her?" "Uh-huh."

breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that Ms. Stark was not

ear and whispered,

price for rare materials on the

needed in aerospace materials and advanced weapons. Therefore, controlling this was equivalent to controlling a lot of things. It was absolutely impossible without reaching a certain level of power and

deep and somewhat dark, no

from the Scarlet

never been involved in this kind of thing before, why do they suddenly want to buy this now? The price they offered is quite high, and besides money, they also hinted that they could exchange it for

evil, holding a fair amount of confidential

Larson, did we give it to

formed, with skin as white and smooth as jade. His flesh and bones were well-proportioned, without an ounce of excess fat. His fingers were slender, and his round nails were neatly

a good while, he slyly half-closed his eyes, "Spread some news, make them pay

Cedric:

were not short of

so in his heart and nodded in agreement, saying,

the corner of his eye of the little one who had run off to fetch a stool to sit on while peeling fruit for him, trying to be

untraceable. Mr. Larson,

medicine he made. It couldn't possibly not

"Continue the investigation."