Doted by My Seven Brothers novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Yale Thomas

But soon, Yale couldn't find it funny anymore, because his good buddy Marcus asked him to carry the saplings!

Yale had an unbelievably shocked expression on his face: "Did your family have a bankruptcy or what? Is it necessary for you, the outstanding next heir of the Brook Group, to carry saplings and plant trees personally?"

He felt that there must be something wrong with Marcus's mind.

Marcus bent down, picked up an almost three-feet sapling, and threw it on him, "Take it."

"Ow! Marcus Brook, you are a monster! I am wearing a white suit worth millions. You pay for it! "

Nancy heard the angry voice when she was about to load the seeds with a small plastic bucket, but she turned and went toward her big brother Marcus.

There were two fluffy pets behind her and a chattering parrot flying in the sky.

"Brother Marcus!" She called out in a sweet voice, and she saw a good-looking but furious man standing beside her brother Marcus.

Yale was good-looking. He had romantic and amorous eyes and a smile at the corners of his mouth from time to time, looking very gentle, which often attracted a group of women to talk to him shyly. He just could get along with women.

When Nancy saw him at the first sight, she couldn't recognise him at all, but she felt that the voice was so familiar.

Yale, being extremely furious, fell into great shock when he suddenly heard the sweet voice. He finally saw the legendary precious sister of Marcus, but in such a messed up situation.

Turning around, he saw a cute and sweet little girl standing not far away. She was looking at them with big and clear eyes, wearing a small fisherman hat, and an overall with a bear on it that made her look even cuter.

Yale was thinking, "This was probably the legendary little angel. As expected of the Brook family, everyone is good-looking."

Yale, who valued appearance very much, laughed immediately. He just liked to deal with beautiful people as it was pleasing to the eyes after all. Such a soft and sweet little girl was simply his type.

"Nancy, do you still remember brother Yale?"

Marcus glanced at him with his sharp eyes and thought, "Whose brother are you?"

Yale didn't seem to see Marcus's fierce look. He gritted his teeth and got the soil off his clothes, then squatted down to look at Nancy with a smile.

At this moment, Nancy finally remembered who he was, and her pretty little face showed an expression of sudden realisation, and then said softly, "I remembered! You are brother Marcus's friend."

So sweet.

Yale wanted to touch her hair, but he hesitated when he saw his dirty hands and felt a bit resentful of his childhood friend, Marcus Brook.

Nancy looked at him with her clear eyes, "What do I call you?"

"I'm the friend your brother Marcus grew up with, so I'm also your brother. Just call me brother Yale."

The little girl nodded obediently and called out politely, "Brother Yale."

Nancy's sweet voice sounded really nice, and just as he was about to make Nancy call him again, he was pulled up by someone from behind.

"Don't waste time."

Marcus pointed at the sapling with his articulated fingers and said to Nancy, "He's here to help plant trees."

"When did I say this!" Yale thought to himself.

"Thank you, brother Yale."