The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 696

Peeling durian by hands?

Anthony was startled.

The durian was full of spikes, and it was almost impossible to peel it off by hands without the help of tools.

There was no smile on Molly's face. She originally thought that her brother would just bully her godfather a little.

Who would have known that her brother made such a ruthless request.

She weakly tugged at Spencer's sleeve, "Spencer, durian is difficult to peel, right? If he peels it with his hands, it will bleed a lot, right?"

Spencer frowned. A hint of irritability flashed on his little face, "If you can't fulfill my request, you can leave immediately, and don't bother me again in the future."

"No, since I promised you, I will definitely finish it."

A warm smile appeared on Anthony's face.

Spencer glanced at the gentle smile on his face, snorted, had his little hands crossed, and turned his head to look out the window, "Then peel it off."

Anthony took the durian out of the bag and observed it for a while, wondering where to start.

Spencer, who had an inhuman expression, had a hard-hearted look.

He shook his head and laughed. Spencer was so much like Malcolm.

At such a young age, he can come up with such ruthless tricks.

If Molly was like a glutinous rice ball filled with bean paste, then Spencer was a whole bowl of black sesame paste.

It was ss expected of a Malcolm's gene.

He sighed inwardly and began to try to peel the durian.

There were too many thorns, the durian shell was hard, and the strength of the fingers had no place to exert.

Molly watched nervously and helped him observe the durian.

"Is it difficult to peel? Or forget it. I don't want to eat durian. I will think of another way next time to make Spencer forgive you."

Spencer frowned on the bed, "Molly, don't think that if your voice is too small, I won't be able to hear you. He promised me the three requests he agreed to. As a man, if he can't do it, then you don't follow him in the future. He is not worthy of being your godfather."

"Well... but my godfather can't seem to open the durian..."

As she just finished the words.

Click -

Anthony raised his hand, struck quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly, and slashed directly at the durian shell with his bare hand.

Long-term pain was better than short-term one. Anyway, if there was no blood in this hand today, he was afraid it will not work. After observing the durian, Anthony quickly came up with the fastest and most effective method.

Out of Security Agency training camp, his judgment and sharpness still worked.

The sound caught the attention of the two kids, and Spencer leaned over to look.

Molly exclaimed, "Wow! It's really open! You're so good! The durian meat smells so smelly, but the more smelly it is, the better it is!"

She was so greedy that her eyes lit up when she stared at the durian.

Spencer's face was blank and he didn't speak.

He didn't expect this to be easy for him.

He failed.

Molly, who just exclaimed , quickly realized that something was wrong with Anthony.

"Your face seems to be pale, and your hand is shaking..." She grabbed Anthony's wrist just splitting the durian and looked at it.

Anthony's hand was covered in blood. His fingers cramped slightly and uncontrollably, and even the veins in his arms bulged.

"There's a lot of blood. Do you hurt? I help you blow the pain away."

She was blowing frantically at Anthony's wound.