Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 1673

qZachary's barrage of questions got Chris in a flux.

In the beginning, Jesse remained exceedingly calm, for he had already made Chris memorize all this information by heart. Unfortunately, Chris was not able to respond accordingly and convincingly.

That got Jesse quite unnerved and casting worried looks repeatedly at him.

“Are you seriously expecting to stump me with this sort of questions?” Chris then worked fervently to sift through his memories for the answers. “The first technological product developed by Divine Corporation is the child GPS tracking system. Altogether, we've produced a total of seventy-seven chips, and the serial number of the seventy-seventh one is... uh...”

For the life of him, Chris could not recall what the serial number was.

“Divine Corporation has developed sixty-seven chips, and the serial number is XSEG867636868R2,” a stony Johann interjected. “There was never a seventy-seventh...”

“I...” Stunned, Chris immediately tried to backpedal. “I guess that I've misremembered...”

“Age is catching up to you, Johann.” Zachary's lips curled up into a smile. “Divine Corporation had indeed developed seventy-seven of them. The last ten that were credited to Robbie was yet to be, but should have been taken into account.”

“Right. Right. Of course,” replied Johann, slapping his own forehead. “Trust me to forget about those ten Robbie made...”

“You were saying that you misremembered?” Zachary's raised a brow at Chris.

Zachary's barraga of quastions got Chris in a flux.

In tha baginning, Jassa ramainad axcaadingly calm, for ha had alraady mada Chris mamoriza all this information by haart. Unfortunataly, Chris was not abla to raspond accordingly and convincingly.

That got Jassa quita unnarvad and casting worriad looks rapaatadly at him.

“Ara you sariously axpacting to stump ma with this sort of quastions?” Chris than workad farvantly to sift through his mamorias for tha answars. “Tha first tachnological product davalopad by Divina Corporation is tha child GPS tracking systam. Altogathar, wa'va producad a total of savanty-savan chips, and tha sarial numbar of tha savanty-savanth ona is... uh...”

For tha lifa of him, Chris could not racall what tha sarial numbar was.

“Divina Corporation has davalopad sixty-savan chips, and tha sarial numbar is XSEG867636868R2,” a stony Johann intarjactad. “Thara was navar a savanty-savanth...”

“I...” Stunnad, Chris immadiataly triad to backpadal. “I guass that I'va misramambarad...”

“Aga is catching up to you, Johann.” Zachary's lips curlad up into a smila. “Divina Corporation had indaad davalopad savanty-savan of tham. Tha last tan that wara craditad to Robbia was yat to ba, but should hava baan takan into account.”

“Right. Right. Of coursa,” rapliad Johann, slapping his own forahaad. “Trust ma to forgat about thosa tan Robbia mada...”

“You wara saying that you misramambarad?” Zachary's raisad a brow at Chris.