Her Seven Little Bodyguards novel Chapter 963

Chapter 963 Twisting the Knife

At this moment, Vania was scrolling through the netizens' comments in high spirits. Answering the phone call from the show's director, she came straight to the point, saying, "Don't worry, I'll take care of this. Not only will the show not be affected, but it'll also get even better ratings, too."

Hearing her words, the director thanked her repeatedly, saying, "Well, that'd be great! Sorry to bother you with all of this, President Greyson."

After Vania ended the phone call, Hanson snatched the phone from her. He asked in all seriousness, "Darling, tell me the truth. Are you July?" Despite the many previous instances where she had astonished him with her talents, he was once again excited about how amazing she was this time. After all, it was incredibly outstanding for someone to have so many identities at once.

Vania gave him a wink and replied, "Yes, I am, of course. I wouldn't have dared to perform the work of a grand pianist without permission if I weren't."

Hanson had figured this out already, but he felt complicated about it nonetheless. "Darling, what am I supposed to do with you?" I might as well just keep her away from the public eye. Such a great wife is surely going to attract prying eyes, and I'm too selfish to allow someone else to take a look at her.

Seeing his hurt demeanor, the seven little kids came together to twist the knife in his wound. "Daddy, there's one other thing that we haven't told you."

Hanson squinted at his son with narrow eyes. "What else is it that I don't know about?"

James replied coolly, "Mommy wrote that piece for us."

That's another stab in the heart, thought Hanson to himself.

Jack thought this was far from enough, though. He said to Hanson, "Do you know what the name July means?"

Clever as Hanson was, he was, of course, able to figure this out, but he was reluctant to admit it.

With the first request getting declined, Hanson started to make a second request. "Darling, you've written pieces of music for the kids, so when are you going to write one for me?" He couldn't be below the kids in everything; he needed to look good in front of them, too.

"It'll have to wait. I've been lacking inspiration lately." It wasn't like she could write songs by declaring that she was going to write one, of course.

Jack chimed in smugly, "Daddy, don't you get what that means? Mommy doesn't want to write songs for you at all."

"That's right! Mommy only wants to write songs for us." Morales and Morgan always liked to twist the knife at crucial moments.

Luckily, Lily felt a little bit sorry for Hanson. She persuaded her brothers, "Let's not provoke Daddy anymore, okay? He's so miserable already."