He nodded: "Hmm, maybe I'll give it a try when you come to see me."
"Tsk..."
Ethan Herd rolled a big eye, this old man's face is really as thick as a wall: "I don't want to talk to you, trouble Mayor Davis to talk to my Mum, if she doesn't listen to my advice and goes ahead, then she might not have a son anymore."
Miles Martin frowned: "Threatening your Mum doesn't seem very good."
"Which ear heard me threaten my Mum, I'm threatening you."
Miles Martin: "Me?"
"Yeah, can't figure it out? Take your time thinking."
The busy tone came from the phone, Miles Martin put down the microphone, supported his chin with one hand, thought for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed.
This kid, brilliant mind!
To have such a son like Emilia Johnny with that kind of IQ, it really is a genetic mutation.
Fortunately, she isn't that smart.
Otherwise, she'd be really hard to deceive.
...
Today wasn't as busy as yesterday, Miles Martin didn't need to go to work so early.
