The President’s Five Children

The skinny man squeezed out a bright smile, “How come Mr. Newman, even if you gave me 800 guts, I wouldn’t dare to imprison you.”

“Then you still lock the door?”

“I’m afraid Mr. Newman that you’ll get too excited about looking at those things later and then get so angry that you’ll have to leave.” The skinny man explained, his tone aggravated by a few moments, “Miss Mizuki will clean me up when she finds out I didn’t take you to the airport.”

Those things?

Bruno caught the key words in those words, a little more suspicion in his eyes, “What things?”

“Under your seat Mr. Newman.”

By the time Bruno looked down to feel for it, the skinny man immediately started the car.

And what Bruno felt out was a stack of photos in a kraft paper bag.

There were just too many of them, and he didn’t pay too much attention when he took them out, and they directly fell all over the floor.

Clattering, the silhouettes on the photos just burst into his line of sight unexpectedly.

Bruno’s breath caught in his throat.

On the photo, it was Yembi and a man who looked to be in his forties or fifties.

The two seemed to be on good terms, hooking up and laughing.

And there was more than one, more than one scene.

Yembi and this man went to a lot of places and left quite a few pictures together.

But without exception, they were all smiling and happy.

“Who is that man?” Bruno asked, “You’re not trying to tell me that this man is some wild man Yembi hooked up with on the side, are you?”

The skinny man’s eyes took on more than a little pity, going through the rearview mirror to watch Bruno’s expression change, “I can’t say if it is or not, but so far, it does look like it.”

Snap!

Bruno directly threw the pile of photos at his feet, “I can understand wanting to come and stir up the feelings between Yembi and I, but sometimes the evidence has to be captured, this kind of thing, can’t fool me.”

The middle-aged man, Bruno knew.

That was the one Yembi met at the home for the elderly back in college, addressed as Uncle Kohen.

And those group photos were taken when Yembi worked and studied hard and used the money she saved to take Uncle Kohen on a trip.

What does that say about Yembi?

That Yembi is a kind and hardworking girl?

The skinny man explains, “Mr. Newman, the truth is that you have been lied to by Yembi, what you have heard is not the truth, this man, in private, is so close to Yembi that it is beyond ethics.”

In the next second, Bruno crossed over the car seat and directly lifted the collar of the skinny man, “Mind your mouth, if you want to find death so badly, I don’t mind fulfilling you!”

The anger was so great that the air pressure in the car plummeted.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

The skinny man was still driving the car, and when he was lifted up like this, he couldn’t control the steering wheel at all.

The car was twisting and turning, on the road like a drunken snake, and finally came to a close stop on the side of the road.

The skinny man was still in shock, and had to turn his head to calm Bruno’s emotions, “Things are not what you think, Mr. Newman, listen to me, what I said is the truth, if you don’t believe me, I still have information here.”

Saying that, he hurriedly pulled out a piece of information from his pocket.

Bruno was skeptical and took the information.

Opening it and reading it, it was about that man’s identity.

The skinny man also spoke beside him, “Miss Mizuki also didn’t want you to be cheated, so she purposely went to investigate, and found out that that Kohen wasn’t a poor old man from some old age home at all, but a rich man who was a bit famous in the area.”

A tycoon, but approaching Yembi under the false pretense of being an old man in a home for the elderly.

For what?

Isn’t it still that little thing between a man and a woman!