Richest Mogul

Chapter 1981

Hadwin asked, "Mom, aren't you curious why Vivian went abroad? Now that Mr. Martin and Mrs. Martin are back, why didn't she stay in Jipsburg?"

Natalie was scrolling through short videos on her phone. Hearing Hadwin's question, she briefly glanced up at him before shifting her gaze back to the

screen.

Her tone was casual. "Vivian's situation isn't ours to worry about. Skylar and Joe will take care of it. Are you still hung up on Vivian?

"Did everything I said before go in one ear and out the other? You and Vivian are impossible. Focus on something else."

"Mom, aren't you even a little curious?" Hadwin conveniently ignored her last two sentences.

Whether they were a good match or not, he wouldn't give up until he heard it from Vivian herself.

Natalie rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin. "Curious about what? You know how much Skylar and Joe treasure her. There's nothing for us to worry about, and you shouldn't burden them with unnecessary questions. You're an adult now. Haven't you learned that some things are better left unasked?"

Hadwin was at a loss for words. No one in their family could ever win an argument against his mother. She had an uncanny ability to shut people down within a few sentences.

His lips twitched in frustration as he stood up. "Fine, I won't ask anymore, okay? I'm heading out—I have plans with some friends tonight."

"Make sure you use protection. I'm not ready to be a grandmother," Natalie said coldly, giving him a sharp glance.

playboy of

readily available now and the fact that some women took precautions, she might have had

now.

he nearly tripped over himself. His

a few boxes of protection to your place?" Natalie asked nonchalantly

lips twitched violently. "No

the door but hesitated. Turning back, he felt the need to defend himself.

absentmindedly. "Sure, sure. I got

in getting

clearly wasn't listening. Her attitude was downright

She would only understand when she saw that he

the border, dust filled the

sky was stained dark crimson, with blood swirling

fallen soldiers and dismembered limbs littered

on, consuming everything

that it seemed to seep into the very ground for miles

brutal conflict, the battlefield had become a

top of the fortress wall, a

"How

left?

many? We're almost