Crises in Love novel Chapter 508

My dad was the epitome of modesty, and he said, "Mr. Bradlee, you certainly did your homework. Indeed, it's the technical support from VitalAxis Pharmaceuticals, and there's a tech team, but it's all about collaboration, and I can't give you the details."

"I want to know the real criteria here, Mr. Wilburn. I'm here with genuine intentions." Irving was getting a bit anxious.

But Galen wasn't in a hurry. He ended the meeting for the day without revealing anything, let alone planning the rest.

Back home, I quizzed my dad, "Dad, how much do you think he'll put in with his capabilities?"

"He's just testing the waters," He replied confidently, "No rush."

He then pointed out some loopholes in Irving's proposition that I hadn't even considered. I had to admit my dad was on another level.

That evening, Hannah and the kids came back covered in grime, looking completely wiped out.

"What happened to you guys?" I asked, baffled by their state, "Are you sure you went surveying, or did you guys demolish something?"

My comment had them collapsing into laughter, and my curiosity peaked, "What's the story?"

"Mom. You nailed it. Hannah's got talent. We didn't get anything done today, just rummaged through the attic at the Wood Manor." Monique said.

I looked at them in disgust, preventing them from sitting down everywhere and dirtying the house, and ordered, "Go take a shower before you come down. You're covered in dust."

They scampered off to the back parlor, still giggling and playful.

Carl, who was already dozing off, perked up at their commotion and tugged at me to join the bathtime fun.

"You? Why do you need a shower? You're not dusty," I teased.

"I got dust." he insisted, pulling me like a stubborn ox towards the parlor.

Helga quickly intervened, "Sweetie, I have got some yummy food for you."