Chapter 225 Conceived At Home

• "Well, at least Yvette didn't deceive us," the man said, smoking a cigarette and playing a game on his phone. That girl is so gorgeous. The woman frowned and continued, "We can't afford any sl*p-ups tomorrow, no matter what." Yvette kept her sharpness a secret. Take a look at what she asked me. They were all asking questions! For many years, this couple—especially Fanny—had been involved in human trafficking. She was an expert at lying. Unless they were seasoned detectives, it was hard for the average person to see through her. Unlike Fanny, Dickson Quirk wasn’t as proficient at deceit.
• Consequently, he spoke little and focused on transportation. "You don't have to worry about tomorrow," he reassured them. We will proceed as normal. No one will suspect anything, and it's only fitting that we meet our daughter. Fanny was a bitter person. "That family is the reason for everything. They are obstructing our business and watching us like hawks all the time. Who could have identified which of the numerous offspring in that era belonged to them? "Slow down," Dickson said, drawing her in. "We are fortunate that this issue is being suppressed by the village leader. It would have been revealed otherwise. Avoid them when we return and stop discussing it.
• "Slow down," Dickson said, drawing her in. "We are fortunate that this issue is being suppressed by the village leader. It would have been revealed otherwise. Avoid them when we return and stop discussing it. The pair quarreled into the middle of the night. The following morning, the pair showed up with a plethora of food before Margaret had had time to make breakfast. Wynter scribbled a letter to Wolf inside the home. Wolf read it and gave a knowing nod. The pair waited for a long time. With just one black bag draped over her shoulder, Wynter brought very little with her.