Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 98

Looking closely at the architectural style, it did reflect Petra's style a lot. This woman was truly capable. Not only that, but she had such a great eye for investment too. It was no wonder she was able to squeeze into the rankings of the top three richest.

Speaking of Petra, I could not help but recall the topic about her daughter during dinner last time. I asked," Your mother has been searching for her daughter, right? How is it going?”

"I don't know. That's her daughter. It has nothing to do with me.” Xander's eyes narrowed slightly. He was seemingly reluctant to talk about this. I zipped my mouth tactfully. Since ancient times, there would always be plenty of rumors about aristocratic families, and the Nietzsches were not spared.

The speedboat quickly arrived at Breakfast Island. Xander asked me what I wanted to have and I casually said Japanese food. There was no way I was going to come this far to have hotdogs and milk, right?

Therefore, he brought me to a small building with the word 'Japanese' written on the signboard.

On the side of the road, an old man making cotton candy caught my attention. I did not expect to see this here.

I had lost many childhood memories of mine, but I remembered cotton candy. Each of us would hold one while playing on the country roads.

Due to time constraints, I said to Xander, "Go ahead and order some food. I'm going to buy cotton candy.”

"How old are you now? Why are you still so childish?" Xander left while shaking his head.

I walked up to the old man and looked at the cotton candy, reaching out to take it. All of a sudden, a pair of broad hands was quicker than me and snatched it away.

"Sir, can I have two more?" The distant yet familiar voice rang out beside my ear.

I was astounded, thinking that I was probably dreaming. However, the goosebumps on the back of m y neck were proof that I was not dreaming and this was real. Although I was uncertain when it started, every time Tyler appeared, I would instinctively have goosebumps all over my body because of fear.

The sunlight overhead was glaring, but my body was encased in ice. My breathing became uneven, and my body began to tremble.

Standing behind me, his low and terrifying voice rang out once more. "We're finally meeting, Wandy.”

He spoke very slowly in a deep voice.

However, it sounded like a beating drum in my ears that went all the way into my heart and soul, leaving m

e suffocated.