153 Submission

Paul, whose eyesight was poor due to old age, finally got a good look at the visitor's face.

However, this face was incomparably familiar to him.

As if in disbelief, Paul lowered his head and looked at the file on the desk, only to see that the photo on the file looked the same as the youth before him…

"You're Chen Chen…"

Paul gradually raised his head and muttered, "You were clearly still in Namibia this morning. How can you suddenly show up here? How is it possible…"

"It's not impossible, Mr. Paul."

Chen Chen slowly walked to the swivel chair opposite Paul and sat down nonchalantly. "Weren't you the one who wanted me here? Here I am. And I even brought you a gift."

At the mention of the gift, Paul's face darkened. He drew in a breath and asked in a low voice, "What did you do to my son, Sloane?"

"Be rest assured, I didn't kill him."