Chapter: 1483

It seemed that she had a say again on this matter.

"I only have one request." She raised her head and looked straight into Odin's eyes.

"Leave his life to me." As her thin lips moved, her calm yet firm voice sounded as if there was no room for negotiation.

Odin took a sip of water before asking, "What can you do for me?"

“I'LL help you keep your current position."

A black low-key Maybach stopped in a courtyard in the north of the city.

Seeing this, the person inside the house hurriedly got out. It was an old lady in an apron. She quickly wiped her hands with the apron and walked towards the car.

As the door of the passenger seat opened, Hector stepped out with a walking stick. Seeing the woman wearing an apron, he frowned and asked, “Didn't I tell you that you didn't need to do the cooking yourself? We have already hired a maid, haven't we?"

"Well, yes. But we have guests. I wanted to make sure the maid cooked nice dishes," the woman answered.

"You always keep yourself busy. Don't you know how to get some rest?"

Hector snorted, obviously dissatisfied.

As soon as he finished his words, the people in the back of the car also got out.

"Hi, Mrs. Brown," Carson greeted.

The old lady in an apron turned out to be Hector's wife, Jenna Brown.

Hearing this, Jenna turned to them.

“Oh, Carson! Hector told me earlier that we will be expecting some guests today, but I didn't know you'd be one of them!"

Victor also walked forward, with Joey by his side. Before he could say anything, Jenna's gaze already fell on the little boy.

“Victor, is this your son?"

Victor held Joey's hand and they walked two steps forward so Jenna could see the boy more clearly.

"The boy is a carbon copy of you, Vic," Jenna said with a smile.

"I couldn't agree with you more. Victor had no idea the child was his until the boy's mother said so. If I were in his shoes, I would have known immediately without a paternity test. The resemblance is so uncanny," Hector said.

"Do you really think so?" Jenna took a glance at Hector's smug face.

She didn't want to support him.

"Aren't you suffering from presbyopia?

I'm pretty sure you would have been just as clueless if the boy was standing right in front of you."