Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jay turned him down straight away. "It's a hassle to move."

Grayson, Yeap, that was definitely his way of dealing with a situation.

"Daddy." Suddenly, a kiddy voice interrupted their conversation.

Marilyn held Tiger's hands and was just returning from the vegetable market. The vegetables in the basket looked very much wilted and even slightly yellowish.

Grayson's falcon-like pupils suddenly contracted. Did this woman actually pick vegetables like that to cook?

To feed Tom, Dick, and Harry?

Grayson's heart was clouded in a layer of obscurity for some reason.

Marilyn had always been someone who would move a t the sight of money, hence when she noticed Grayson driving a luxury car, she immediately wanted to curry favor with him. "Who is this, darling?"

"A colleague," Jay replied.

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Jay looked reluctant.

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darn woman was actually using

up and paced back and forth in the

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