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Chapter 696 Lure That Presented Itself to Him

Chapter 696 Lure That Presented Itself to Him

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Blood poured from the cut of Timothy's forehead. But he didn't cry, only taking out some tissue to cover the wound. "Timothy!" Lucia exclaimed and dashed towards her son. August pre-empted Lucia to hold Timothy into his arms.

Father's placatory embrace gave Timothy a sufficient sense of security and eventually got this strong boy to bury his

little head into August's chest as he began to weep quietly.

Feeling his son quivering upon his chest, August instructed solemnly, "Alex, could you help me invite the doctor of the

screw to my room? Thank you!" After that, he approached Yoyo slowly and looked down at her with a hostile. gaze. Yoyo swallowed drily and her legs felt too numbed and weak to move. She could only stay there, waiting for August's

ultimatum.

"You said you are willing to quit the show?" His aloof and bland voice sounded more fearsome than that with rage.

Yoyo hastened to hold him by the leg and beg in a trembling voice, "Mr. Adams, could you listen to me..."

August wrenched himself free disgustedly, the strength of which pushed Yoyo onto the ground along with the live stream

equipment. And the camera captured that embarrassing moment of hers. "Will you answer my question or not?" August

just kept on asking.

Yoyo finally realized how determined August was. She knew she shouldn't do any senseless struggle in front of the

camera, and could only choke, "Yes, I will."

"Then do it quickly before I'll have to intervene." his voice just sounded so powerful despite its seemingly light

articulation.

When Alex returned after sending for the doctor, August gave Yoyo an authoritative glance before he swiftly left the

room with Janet and Lucia. And this time, the tempest triggered no comments from the frightened viewers, nor did Yoyo

dare to clamor any more.

Fortunately Timothy didn't hurt badly. It was only a scratch, which appeared more serious than it actually was. And the

wound was well treated when the bleeding was stopped. "Dad, will there be a scar there?" Timothy asked innocently.

His cute little voice immediately morphed the chilliness in August's eyes into tenderness. August undid the buttons on his

sleeves and showed his son the scars on his arms, "You will have to endure some tests that leave you scars before you

finally become a real man."

Timothy tilted his head and covered August's scars with his little hands. "You are right, Dad. A real man doesn't cry on

sweat and blood." the little boy laughed firmly.

August nodded and put his palm on the hair of his son. "But no worries. This wound of yours won't leave any scar

there."

Lucia beamed at such a peaceful scene. She had been afraid Timothy would be scared by the accident, but now she knew

her son was much stronger than she had expected. That really resembled his father.

"Did you hear what Dad said, Mom?" Timothy began to comfort his mother, "Don't worry about me." Timothy was so

considerate that he didn't want his mother to see his wound just now, for he was afraid that would make her sad. But

now, since he had regained the composure, he thought he ought to console his mother.

Lucia just felt so warm. She went up slowly to August, "Could you go back to our bedroom first? I'll be back soon after

spending some time with the kids here."

August nodded understandingly and left Lucia and the kids alone. Outside the room, the dim light in the passage could

only allow for the recognition of vague shadows, but fortunately his room was right across the one of the kids.

As soon as the door of the kids' room was locked, a curvy shadow dashed out from the dark corner and pushed hard into

August's door before he could close it. The woman then hurtled into his arms with a raging attack of cheap fragrance to

his nose.

August's eyes flickered chillily in the dark. He swiftly held the woman's arms to her back, gripped her by the neck and

pressed her against the wall with one hand.

"Mr. Adams!" a familiar voice quivered in terror.

August turned on the light with the other hand. The sudden light from the ceiling lamp made Yoyo, who was in the grip of August, narrow her eyes involuntarily. She obviously came after preening herself. Barely clad by the tight black skirt, she appeared rather sexy now with her plump breasts, white legs and new makeup on the face, if she was only attractive

in usual times.

Being clutched tightly by the neck, she almost failed to maintain the composure, with her hands going sweaty. "Mr. Adams, it hurts!" she still managed to ogle at August, trying to let him loosen his grip. She had sworn to have August