After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 1145

Chapter 1145 Can Help Auntie Chase His Daddy

Alistair grinned, "Actually, you've always been very pretty. It's just that I had a bias before, so I didn't say anything."

Bryleigh looked at him with a smirk and was too lazy to listen to his flattery.

The room fell silent for a while and remained quiet for several minutes.

After being tied up for several hours, Alistair's stomach growled with hunger. He could only stare at Bryleigh with a pitiful look and said, "Aunt Bryleigh, I'm really hungry. Can you give me a bag of cucumber-flavored potato chips?"

Bryleigh gave him a cold glance.

He still wanted potato chips even when he was facing death?

And he even had specific flavor preferences?

Moreover, just now in the hospital he cursed her like an automatic weapon but now he was trying to flatter her.

Seeing that she didn't like being called pretty auntie as her title of address, he immediately changed it to Aunt Bryleigh, bridging distance and increasing familiarity.

Just like his mother, he had too many thoughts which made people dislike him.

"I advise you to be honest and not try any tricks on me. To me, you're just an ignorant little brat who can't escape from my hands."

Alistair pouted his lips as his big eyes turned around. Changing tactics quickly, he said, "I know you want my dad and like my dad, right?"

Bryleigh sneered disdainfully, "You don't understand what liking someone means."

If it weren't for Moore's injury making him unable to do this dirty work himself, how could it fall on her hands?

Alistair seemed confused, "Great-grandma says when someone likes another person, when others mention them, they will have stars in their eyes, and become very gentle. That is a very special feeling. But you don't seem to show this kind of expression. So does that mean you don't like my dad?"

Bryleigh smiled without saying anything but there seemed to be deep meaning behind her gaze.

Alistair sighed deeply with emotion all over his face, "That's such a pity. I actually thought about not caring about the past events anymore, and tried matchmaking between you and my Dad."

Bryleig laughed upon hearing this, "Alistair, you thought I was so easy fooled by you?"

"It's true!" He blinked his blue eyes, "Just this afternoon, you thought why did I rush into the ward directly, angrily confronting you? I amn't stupid. I can secretly tell Daddy and Mommy the truth after running back into the room. Wouldn't that make you and Uncle Moore completely finished!?"

He pouted, his heart crying out in despair.

In a moment of urgency, he overheard two bad guys plotting to harm his parents and he was so angry that he rushed in without thinking. Now, looking back on it, he regretted it deeply. If Molly found out, she would definitely make fun of him.

Bryleigh became interested in what the little guy was saying and asked him why he did it.

"Because I have thought about having you marry my dad!" He pouted with bitterness and continued, "Although we had some unpleasantness before, you apologized afterwards and even bought me lots of snacks to make up for it. Although I didn't say anything at the time, I forgave you in my heart. If you hadn't teamed up with that bad uncle to do bad things, I would have wanted to help you pursue my dad."

Bryleigh sneered coldly without believing a word. "Alistair, are you joking with me?"

"No! I'm serious! If I lie then I'm just a little fool!" Alistair whimpered as he felt like one for being tied up by Bryleigh.

Bryleigh's lips curled playfully as she asked him how he planned on helping her pursue Anthony.

Although she didn't believe this little rascal at all, she dreamed of marrying into the Callahan family and becoming Mrs. Callahan herself so that she could help Padilla Group overcome its current difficulties.

The more unattainable Anthony seemed to be for her, the more obsessed she became because there was nothing in this world that she couldn't get if she really wanted it.

"My dad pretended to have a leg injury before but got beaten by my mom badly anyway," Alistair explained calmly while analyzing the pros and cons, "No matter what my dad does now, my mom won't be moved anymore because they recently had another big fight. I feel very sorry for my dad so if they break up, I think you're most suitable for him since you've been childhood sweethearts!"

"What kind of conflict did they have? It must be pretty serious if you want them separated." Bryleigh's interest was piqued as Alistair hesitated.

"Cough cough... I'm really thirsty... and hungry too... I don't think straight when I'm hungry." Alistair looked pitifully at Bryleight hoping for some food or drink.

She knew exactly what Alistair wanted - a bag of chips- but decided to give in temporarily just so that she might hear something useful from him.

She dialed the front desk phone downstairs and said, "Room 1143, please send up two bags of cucumber-flavored potato chips and a bottle of pure milk."

"Okay ma'am, do you need anything else?"

"No, please send it as soon as possible."