"Who delivered these?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Kewen dropped down from the ceiling beam, hanging upside down, and answered truthfully:
"That little brat delivered them."
Their eerie rapport reached a peak of synchronicity in that mont.
Xavier was slightly surprised: "Anderson?"
"It's him," Kewen said with certainty. "I saw him co in with my own eyes and put this stack of docunts on your desk."
Xavier lowered his head slightly, picking up the docunts and looking through them one by one.
Inside, besides photos, there were several thin sheets of paper recording Duke Francis's movents over this period of ti. The details were exhaustive, even noting precisely when he had gone to the toilet.
When he saw this, Xavier frowned imperceptibly.
He then put the docunts back on the desk: "To find evidence in such a short ti..."
Could Anderson have been tracking Francis by sticking to his face?
But on second thought, he felt this was too absurd.
Chloe might do sothing like this, but Anderson shouldn't be so ridiculous.
In Xavier's mind, any breathing human being would be more proper than his daughter.
Kewen jumped down from the ceiling beam, landing steadily.
Only his carefully styled hair had clearly been ruined beyond recognition, but Kewen didn't mind at all:
"Although I don't like that little brat, I have to admit he's indeed very capable."
Back in the death squad training camp, Anderson had been the most outstanding one. Whether in physical fitness or ntal resilience, he perford entirely unlike a mixed-blood.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to break through layer after layer of selection to enter The No.1 Military Academy along with Chloe for further studies.
Xavier looked at the docunts in his hand:
"With this, it's enough to bring the Francis Family to complete ruin."
Even if this family fortune and hereditary title could fall on Anderson's head, it would only be an empty shell in na.
To make this decadent family great and strong again would certainly not be sothing achievable overnight.
Therefore, Xavier didn't mind giving the Francis Family to Anderson as a reward.
An empty, luxurious mansion and a group of overly cautious servants could not pose any threat.
Xavier folded the docunts in his hand and placed them in Kewen's palm:
"Notify them that the Francis Family will be seized at noon tomorrow. Don't let the news leak out."
"Yes, sir."
...
Chloe had tired herself out playing in the garden and was feeling a bit sleepy.
It seed the aftereffects ntioned about drowsiness were true. Now, after any intense activity, she would beco terribly sleepy, nodding off like a pecking chicken.
Originally, Chloe had wanted to hold out a bit longer, as she hadn't been out to play for a long ti.
But before she could persist, Qin Huaibei and the others couldn't bear to watch anymore.
Katherine sighed: "Go up and sleep."
Daniel chid in with a complaint: "People who don't know might think sothing's wrong with you. Go on, hurry up and go."
Chloe hurriedly lifted her head, her eyes almost squinting into mosquito coils, but her mouth still saying:
"I don't want to. I'm still full of energy. I want to..."
"No more wanting," Daniel said, hoisting Chloe onto his shoulder in one swift motion. "It's ti for you to sleep, young lady."
Caught off guard by being suddenly lifted, Chloe initially felt a bit uncomfortable. After struggling a couple of tis and receiving two pats on her back, she completely gave in and fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing the person on his shoulder had gone quiet, Daniel even slowed his pace.
As he walked, he grumbled: "Told you to go back to sleep but you wouldn't. Where does all this stubbornness co from every day? If you weren't asleep right now, I'd definitely punch you flying..."
It was only because Chloe was asleep now. If she had heard these words while awake, Daniel would certainly not escape a good thrashing.
Qin Huaibei, standing nearby, heard this and couldn't help but roll his eyes and curse him for being a coward.
This wimp only dared to talk tough when others were asleep.
They hadn't even stepped through the main door of the manor when Daniel felt his shoulder lighten.
Feeling puzzled, Daniel took a look and saw Anderson standing in front of him.
Actually, Daniel had always found it strange because Anderson's physique was just too large.
Theoretically, among the four major races, the Werewolf Race should naturally have the most robust and massive build.
Daniel's size was extrely prominent among both ordinary cubs and werewolf cubs, yet Anderson was still half a head taller than him.
Standing in front of him like this, the sense of pressure was intense.
For so reason, Daniel instantly didn't dare to speak.
Without saying a word, he sheepishly handed Chloe over.
Anderson's posture in holding her was very careful, one hand supporting her knees, the other arm around her shoulders and back.
The young man's eyelids were slightly lowered, his gaze soft.
After a while, he raised his head and asked: "How long has she been asleep?"
Daniel turned his head to look at Qin Huaibei.
Qin Huaibei blurted out: "Just fell asleep less than a minute ago."
Hearing this, Anderson furrowed his brow slightly and murmured: "Then she must have been feeling very sleepy not long ago."
After saying this, he looked up at the group of friends in front of him and said softly:
"In the future, rember to keep track of ti when you go out with her. After playing for more than thirty minutes, pay attention to her condition."
"Let her rest as much as possible."
Katherine nodded: "Understood."
The group didn't chat for too long. Anderson was afraid of disturbing Chloe's sleep, so he carefully took her upstairs first.
This ti, Anderson didn't take her to the sickroom, but to Chloe's own room.
After all, the sickroom wasn't as comfortable as Chloe's own room.
As soon as she was placed on the bed she had slept in for seven or eight years, catching the familiar scent, Chloe comfortably rolled over.
Anderson tucked her in, then poured a glass of warm water and placed it on the bedside table, convenient for Chloe to drink directly when she woke up.
He cast a temperature-maintaining spell on the cup to ensure the water wouldn't cool down as ti passed.
It wasn't appropriate for Anderson to linger in the young lady's room. He stood by the bed, gazing at the young lady's sleeping face for a mont, knowing he couldn't stay any longer, then turned and left the room.
But unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out, Anderson ca face to face with Kewen.
He paused in his steps.
These vampire elders who were close to Chloe always seed to inexplicably dislike him.
As ti went on, Anderson wisely stopped approaching them.
However, he didn't expect that Kewen would actively seek him out.
"Is there sothing you need?"
Anderson's voice was cold, his tone carrying obvious irritation and indifference.
Kewen slightly narrowed his eyes:
"Is this how you treat your elder and superior?"
Anderson stared at him coldly, clearly not very eager to speak with him.
It seed like Kewen wanted to scold him, but after weighing his options, he chose to let it go. He simply said stiffly:
"The Ancestor has summoned you. Go quickly."
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