Sweet May-December Marriage novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165 Marrying into a Rich Family and Becoming a Noble Lady 

Waylon glanced down at the watch on his wrist and said, "If you're fast enough, you might see them one last time." 

"You! You mean little man!" Bob looked terrible, "I can't be fooled by you!" 

Before he left, the officer had made a clear promise that he would protect his son! Even if he died in Guabia, his son would be taken care of and raised! 

Waylon smiled slowly, and said coldly, "Why would I lie to you? Your son's cute. He's three, isn't he? And he called me Sir. But his oral Guabian is poor. It seems that your mistress only has the ability to give birth to children, but without the ability to educate children. The mole on the child's wrist is quite cute." 

Bob's face got worse. 

His son did have a mole on his wrist, but the mole was barely visible, and he only found it one time when he was giving his son a bath. Waylon was able to accurately say it, which meant that there was a real possibility that they had got his son. 

"He's only three years old!' Bob's eyes were red, "You leave him alone! Don't touch him!" 

Waylon said calmly, "But you killed a lot of Guabian children aged three." 

A faint smile returned to Waylon's face, as if he was putting on a tight mask, "I can promise you that I won't harm him, but it depends on your attitude." 

Bob closed his eyes fiercely and clenched his teeth and said, "I'll tell you everything!" 

... 

Waylon handed the folder to the man in the chair. 

The man had a black trench coat draped over his shoulders and a half-burned cigarette between his fingers. His slender fingers made a slight movement, flicking off the ash. It was such an ordinary little gesture, yet when he did it, it carried an indescribable elegance and refinement. 

"All told?" Nelson asked softly. 

"Yes." Waylon nodded, "Pretty much as what you said." 

Nelson opened the folder and had a look. His finger clicked on a name, "This person, we can't let him go." 

Waylon nodded, "I'll do it." 

Nelson narrowed his eyes leisurely, merging into the darkness around him as if he was the king of the night. If Charlotte were here, she would find Nelson at this moment very different from the man she knew. 

He sat quietly in this part of the world, not far away from the hopeless hell of countless people. In the sea of blood, the hell on earth that can scare people into cardiac arrest, he seemed to have been born with blood. 

Nelson threw away his cigarette and stood up, "I'm going home." 

... 

When Charlotte was chatting with Eloise and Cecilia, she received Jonathan's call. She looked at the familiar phone number and she compressed her lips. 

Why was Jonathan calling her? 

"Char? What's the matter?" Eloise turned over the string on Cecilia's fingers and asked Charlotte puzzledly. 

Charlotte immediately rejected the call, and said "Nothing."  

Soon, Jonathan called her again. After thinking for a short while, she decided to answer it.