Even Jude Sinclair will have to change his surna to Fairchild.
"Alright, alright, from now on I’ll call you..." Old Mrs. Fairchild looked at Polo, thoughtfully considering.
After a long pause, she clapped her hands and said, "How about we call you Vivian Fairchild? Vivian, as in the elegant flowing hair."
"What’s the aning of ’Vivian’?" Polo had not formally started school yet, so naturally couldn’t recognize the characters of ’Vivian.’
However, Seraphina Sinclair was very satisfied with this na: "Vivian describes a woman’s graceful posture, it’s indeed a good na."
"Vivian Fairchild?" Polo’s bright eyes widened innocently at Jude Sinclair, "I’m called Vivian Fairchild? Brother, I have a na now."
"Yes." Jude Sinclair naturally felt happy for Polo too.
Since Old Mrs. Fairchild had chosen a na for Polo, the registration process needed to be expedited.
Only by officially making Polo a mber of the Fairchild Family would Annie be at ease.
Seraphina Sinclair felt overburdened recently. Even though the suppression from the Grant Group had been dealt with, various issues kept arising, leaving her exhausted.
And the thing Seraphina Sinclair worried about the most finally happened.
"What did you say?" Seraphina Sinclair sat in her office, suddenly slamming the table in shock.
"Boss, you heard correctly, sothing has happened on Diamond Island." Irene Rowe frowned, her tone heavy.
"What’s going on? How are they handling things?" Seraphina Sinclair’s voice suddenly rose, clearly dissatisfied with the way the Diamond Island higher-ups handled the situation.
Seeing Seraphina Sinclair’s angry expression, Irene Rowe softly interjected, "Boss, what should we do now? Should we head back?"
Seraphina Sinclair furrowed her brows, saying seriously, "Book a ticket back to Diamond Island, I’m leaving imdiately."
"Yes!"
Learning about Seraphina Sinclair’s situation, Desmond Fairchild felt concerned and imdiately followed her.
It was then that Quentin Jennings received word that the previously dormant underground trade on Diamond Island showed signs of activity again, seemingly gearing up for a real transaction.
Desmond Fairchild and Seraphina Sinclair arrived one after the other on Diamond Island.
The night quietly descended.
A tall figure hurried through the narrow alleys of Diamond Island. In front of him, several n dressed in black sprinted frantically, darting around, seemingly terrified of the man behind them.
The tall man held a small pistol, his fair face sared with olive green camouflage paint. Dressed in a neat and swift black ensemble, he exuded a heroic and decisive aura.
"Those in front better drop the goods and surrender, or I’ll shoot," the man threatened, noticing the speed at which the others bolted, unable to get closer, he resorted to verbal threats.
Who would have thought the others, upon hearing this, would not drop their belongings but instead flee even more fiercely.
At an intersection, the group scattered, leaving the man in black montarily at a loss.
He hesitated for a mont then decided to chase the man holding the goods.
Just as he was about to capture the man in front, a small figure suddenly dashed out from the side and delivered a hook punch.
Soon the two beca entangled in combat, and in the midst of their struggle, the man ahead had vanished.
The man touched his face sared with camouflage paint, a hint of impatience showing, he shouted at the woman, "Do you know what kind of cri it is to obstruct police work?"
"Police? You?" The woman revealed a skeptical expression, clearly disbelieving.
Before she finished speaking, she launched another attack, each move fierce and devoid of any femininity.
"Are you insane? Regardless of whether I am indeed a cop, even if I’m not, what business is it of yours? Or are you in cahoots with them?" Thinking this, the man grew serious, his gaze toward the woman becoming cold.
"I think you seem like one of them." The woman’s voice was cold, her deanor even colder. She seed unwilling to converse with the man, her brows furrowing subconsciously each ti she was about to speak.
"So you’re not with them?" The man looked doubtful, "If you’re not with them, why hinder ?"
"For the public good!" Saying this, the woman turned and executed a tornado kick aid at the man. Her kick was forceful, and though the man’s martial skills were decent, he couldn’t withstand the blow and was knocked to the ground.
Seeing him toppled over, the woman quickly followed with two swift steps, pressing her foot onto his chest, her sharp gaze fixed on him: "Speak, what’s your relation with those people?"
Having been kicked hard, the man felt an acute pain in his chest, unable to react before being pinned down, his expression turned even grimr.
Never did he expect in his lifeti, that a woman would beat him to the ground, it was an utter disgrace.
"I’m asking you a question!" The woman’s patience seed thin, and every ti she spoke, she didn’t want to say much, always looking at the man with a cold glare, as if staring at a pile of trash.
For so reason, this icy gaze seed to poke at the man’s heart, instinctively sensing that the woman wasn’t evil. Instead of admitting defeat, he playfully retorted to the woman: "Miss, I’ve already told you I’m not a bad guy, why do you cling to ? Could it be you’re interested in ? Trying to catch my attention with this thod?"
Though his face was thickly coated with paint, the man’s smile revealed a row of bright white teeth, lending him a sunny, youthful appearance.
Facing this handso face, the woman instantly blushed, her tone growing more impatient: "Rogue!"
"Am I wrong? Since you’re not with those people, and we bear no grudge, you’re persistently holding onto , aren’t you expressing feelings for ? Let tell you, you’ve succeeded in capturing my attention, your fiery spirit is quite appealing to ." The man smirked mischievously, his deep, slanted eyes never leaving the woman’s clear gaze behind her mask.
To possess such vibrant eyes, she probably wasn’t a bad person either.
The woman seed angered by his rogue deanor, blushing yet outraged, unsure of what to say, she simply delivered another fierce kick, hurling a low curse: "Pervert!"
"What’s your na? Where do you live? Can I have your contact info? Or you could directly co back with ?" The man kept chattering, clearly noticing the woman’s lack of eloquence, he continued speaking to distract her.
He indeed succeeded, as it seed the woman had never encountered such a relentless man before, montarily at a loss for response, her eyes wide with anger but taking no further action.
Seeing the man on the ground about to speak, the woman did not give him a chance, swiftly disappearing before his eyes.
After she left, the man laboriously sat up, gnashing his teeth as he rubbed his chest.
"That woman is really ruthless, I think my rib might be broken." The man struggled to wipe off the heavy paint on his face, revealing a dirty face.
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