Juan snickered. “They’re Uncle Davin’s kids.”
Kyle turned to look at Davin before he frowned.
“He can give birth to lambs? Then can he give birth to puppies too?”
Evan was amused by his question.
He lowered his gaze to look at Davin and mumbled, “Of course he can. Sounds like a good idea for him to give birth to a handful of them.”
“Pfft!”
Some of the bodyguards behind them could not contain their laughter.
“Shut up! Shut up, all of you! Great, even John is laughing at me.”
Davin jabbed a finger at him furiously before looking around.
However, there was nothing reachable that he could use.
He heaved a sigh. If there’s a brick around, I’d have smacked it right on John’s head.
Evan peeked into the house and reminded Davin, “Be sincere when you apologize. Otherwise…”
“Otherwise what?”
“I’ll leave you here and let her take care of you.”
Instantly, Davin thought of what he had done to Sheila previously.
That woman was still asking him to apologize to her personally even when he was in such a miserable state.
If she were the one to take care of him, he was sure he would lose a limb or two.
“Evan, I’ll do whatever you want. Please don’t leave me here in her witch’s den!”
“It depends on your performance.”
Right then, Sheila walked over to them with her hands behind her back.
“Mr. Seet, you’re as efficient as the rumors say. You’re quick to send this almost useless man who lacks a brain-to-mouth filter over.”
Almost useless.
Lacks a brain-to-mouth filter.
The words shrieked in Davin’s mind like banshees, and he nearly had a heart attack.
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