Josiah was a businessman, so he could see through the pros and cons of things. He paused briefly before saying, "But if the illegal loans in our country accidentally lets Irvin in, and he clears out the loans and returns to Mesville, you'd be killing him by revealing what happened in the country to Mesville's major bourgeoisie."
Hendrix kept silent. He only looked at the cup that he had drunk from and raised his wrist to look at the time.
Josiah was silent for a while. "I still don't understand why you must destroy Irvin."
Hendrix raised his eyebrows wordlessly. Obviously, he did not intend to answer him. He looked back and saw me standing by the stairs.
There was a slight smile on his dark face. He raised his hand, waving at me to motion me to come downstairs.
I shot him a smile as I descended the stairs. Josiah stopped talking when he saw me.
Just then, Fiona walked out of the kitchen with a smile. "Breakfast is ready."
I nodded and looked around. Anne was nowhere to be seen, so I thought she was still sleeping. I looked towards Fiona and asked, "Fiona, is Anne still sleeping?"
Fiona pointed to the yard. "She is playing with Snowball in the yard."
The little fellow ran into the house from the yard as soon as she heard the commotion within.
She threw herself into my arms and looked at me. "Mommy, Mr. Roberts told me that I can't sleep in, so I never do."
I rubbed her chubby cheeks, smiling at her awkwardly. "What a good girl."
Snowball had just been sent for a bath the day before. When he rubbed his fur against the side of my feet, it felt very soft and clean. What a lovable dog he was.
Anne casted her gaze at me and chose her words with care. "Mommy, can I take Snowball with me?"
I wasn't expecting to hear this from her. "Anne, Snowball's a pet. He can't go on the plane with you. It's harmful for him to travel too. So, I really advise against taking him with you, honey."
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