The President’s Five Children

Although it hurt like hell, the skinny man didn’t dare to say a word.

He even nodded his head coyly, “Yes, yes, yes, it was all my nonsense just now, Mr. Newman, can you not tell Miss Mizuki, I’ll apologize to you and kneel down for you.”

If he told Miss Mizuki, his life would not be easy.

Bruno’s eyes were icy cold as he opened his mouth and ordered, “Open the car door.”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

The skinny man hurriedly opened the car door.

Seeing Bruno getting out of the car, he still didn’t hold back and spoke in a small voice, “Mr. Newman, then this matter, you won’t tell Miss Mizuki, right?”

Bruno just gave him a deep and complicated look, didn’t say anything, and left straight away.

Leaving the skinny man to stay in the car, his heart on edge.

After thinking left and right, he still pinched himself and dialed Mizuki’s number directly.

If Bruno had taken a step earlier and told Mizuki about this matter, it was estimated that he would have died a much worse death.

After a few beeps, the phone was connected.

Mizuki’s lazy and charming voice came from the other end, “How’s it going, have you already sent Bruno on the plane?”

“No, no.” The skinny man whispered.

No?

Mizuki furrowed her brows for a moment, unhappiness already evident in her tone, “What are you doing about it, didn’t I ask you to put Bruno on the plane, and you screwed it up for me?”

Even through the cell phone, that powerful aura still scared the skinny man’s heart.

If Mizuki was standing in front of him right now, he would probably just kneel down.

“I’m sorry Miss Mizuki, I also didn’t expect things to develop to this point, Bruno is too smart, for those information you gave me didn’t fall for it at all, and even in turn set me up, recognizing that all the things I said were lies.”

As he said this, the skinny man’s body shivered more and more, and he could barely stand up anymore.

It was impossible to imagine just how Mizuki would punish herself.

“You’re not even good enough for that, so he’s gone now?” Mizuki asked.

The thin man’s voice shivered, “Yes … yes.”

…

On the other end of the phone, there was a long silence for a long time before Mizuki’s voice finally reappeared, “It doesn’t matter, even if he doesn’t believe that Yembi is that kind of person, I’ll make him believe it in some other way.”

She had more than one plan prepared to keep Bruno and Yembi apart.

After all, it would be foolish to bet all your hopes on one thing!

“Miss Mizuki,” a halo of excitement erupted in the skinny man’s eyes, “so you’re saying it’s okay for me even if I screw up?”

“It’s not even if you screw up,” Mizuki corrected, “It’s that you’ve already screwed up for me.”

It was a good thing she had other plans that weren’t really in trouble just because of this.

“Thank you Miss Mizuki, thank you Miss Mizuki!” the skinny man was overjoyed and hurriedly opened his mouth to thank her.

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mizuki.

Mizuki’s tone was extraordinarily unpleasant, “I think you might be mistaken, I said it’s fine even if you mess up, but I didn’t say you can just get along.”

Brushing it off, the man’s face turned pale, his lips trembling hard, but he couldn’t utter a single word.

Indeed, from the very beginning of the call, Mizuki never said she would leave him alone.

“Miss Mizuki, I really didn’t mean it, please forgive me this time, next time, next time I promise I’ll help you with the plan.” The man apologized sharply, trying to make some hope for himself.