My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1816

I intended to let Anne live a relaxed life, but I didn't expect them to be so worried. After thinking for a moment, I nodded and agreed, "I know, I'll see you tonight."

Once the call ended, Josiah was already bringing Anne around at the school gate. I didn't know if it was because I was getting older, but I saw things rather emotionally. Looking at them among the children, one bigger than the other, the word 'warmth' materialized in my head.

However, this was only a fleeting thought. After everything Josiah had done, even if he spent his entire lifetime trying to redeem himself, he was just a scumbag who couldn't fall any lower than he already had. That's what I felt deep in my heart.

I could understand Hendrix's feelings of brotherhood and affection, but when dealing with such a person, trust and forgiveness were out of the question. I decided that for the sake of my child's future, I had to add an extra layer of protection.

On the way back to the office, I sent a text to Tobias asking him to find a good nutritionist who was astute and respectful. I added that it was better if they had a medical license too.

After that, the only thing left to do was to wait.

I pushed open the door to the office and noticed that Milleon was sitting inside.

"Mr. Koch? Why are you here?" I asked.

I recalled the hundred and fifty million dollars. I was thinking of passing the check to Fabian later and getting him to transfer the remaining amount to Milleon's account. I didn't expect him to visit me of his own accord.

"Hahaha! Miss Reid, of course, I'm here to give you money!" Milleon chuckled as he spoke.

This was a little strange. He had just handed me a large check last night, and now he was going to hand me another one. Did he have memory loss?

The grin on his face faded, but it returned as quickly as it disappeared. "It doesn't matter. Since you can't handle it, let's put it aside for the time being. However, there's one other thing I want to ask of you today, Miss Reid," Milleon said.

Sure enough, no one would approach me without a reason.

"Go ahead," I gave him the green light.

Seeing that I didn't refuse, Milleon placed his fist over his mouth. He cleared his throat and glared impatiently at the assistant next to him while feigning a few extra coughs.

His aide nodded, turned, and left. He seemed to be quite a perceptive person.