"Oliver, remember, don't tell anyone but you and me about this for the time being, not even your parents, understand?" The silver-white Maserati slowly drove into Quinn Manor, and as her eyes swept into the rearview mirror, Jace's words of admonition drifted into Oliver's ears in the back seat. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"I understand." Looking at the familiar scenery outside the window, the flirtatious eyes of the past no longer existed, the look of chagrin and remorse intertwined on his face, and he just nodded mechanically in the face of Jace's words.

Seeing that Oliver was still like this, Jace sighed and stopped talking, Maserati turned off the fire, looked at Oliver's back as he pushed the car door and got out of the car and walked towards Quin's mansion step by step, took out a Bluetooth headset and put it in his ear, dialed the number that had just existed in the phone book, the silver-white Maserati, with the "beep" sound after the phone was connected, gradually drove away from Quinn Manor.

Jace, what approach would he take?

Will he let Anna beat the baby out?

Pushing open the door, he walked to the empty living room and sat down, wiping his face with both hands, and the worried look on his face could not be concealed.

"Oliver? Didn't your brother come in with you? I just saw his car come back. While Oliver was alone and thinking, Moira's voice suddenly came from behind him, and Oliver's heart jumped so hard that he even stuttered a little when he spoke.

"Mom, Mom? Are you still home? When he spoke, he tried to hide the expression on his face.

"Oliver?" Who is Oliver, Moira knows very well, and whatever is on his mind will be clearly shown on his face, which is completely different from Jace, who was suddenly sent home by Jace at this time, and with a worried expression on his face, this is undoubtedly telling Moira Oliver what he is hiding.

"What?"

"Are you having a tough problem?" The cup in his right hand was placed on the coffee table, and he sat next to Oliver, his hands on his shoulders, his eyes so sharp that Oliver could not look directly.

"No, no, how can I have something, you think too much, Mom."

With a heartbeat, Moira's expression of obviously not being good at lying made Moira further sure that his second son must have something to hide from him.

Remember, don't tell anyone but you and me, not even your parents, understand?

Jace's words before he left were still ringing in his ears, and in the face of Moira's question, gritting his teeth, Oliver was once again sure that there was nothing to hide from her.

"Oliver, you're going to worry me a lot, you know? The look on your face clearly tells me that you have something bad to hide from me, but you don't tell me, it worries me, you know? The worried look in his eyes combined with a gentle touch of the head made Oliver a little overwhelmed, and about five or six minutes later, Oliver, who was opened by Moira's defensive door, explained everything to Moira.

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"Lady Anne Hammerson, I'm sorry, I'm in a traffic jam on the road, I'm late." Dressed in a smart silver suit, short blond hair, and a formulaic smile on his face, people will not feel disgusted at the same time, but also faintly feel the slightest distance. That was Anna Hammerson's first impression of Jace Quinn.

"Nothing, I've just arrived." While his eyes fell on Jace, he vaguely glanced at the box door that Jace had replaced.

"Yes, you're much better than Felicity, and she's a minute or two late every time you agree on a time and place with her." Pulling back in his chair and sitting down, straightening his collar, the corners of Jace's mouth curled up as Felicity spoke.

"I can see that you and her are very affectionate." Naturally, Jace's deliberate emotional changes did not escape Anna's eyes, and Jace continued to talk about the topic.

"So I want you and Oliver to be like me and Felicity."

Here it comes.

As soon as Jace's words came out, Anna's heart began to come alive, and her right hand subconsciously stroked her flat lower abdomen, and the thoughts in her mind turned a thousand times, and she understood that the first test of marrying into the Quinn family had come.

"So, Ms. Hannah, tell me if you are real, pregnant with Oliver's child?"

With his elbows propped up on the table, his fingers crossed against his lips, Hannah Hammerson's unfazed face reflected in his blue eyes.

Jace was confident that he would be able to tell if Hannah was lying.

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"Malcolm Merlin, the betrayer of the Shadow Warrior Alliance, the Master Ninja has commanded, you must be brought back to be executed!"

With this cold female voice, a blade that shimmered with cold light appeared above Malcolm's head!

"Ahh

The closed eyes opened in an instant, the cold sweat on the door of the head was rubbing out, and the sound of rapid breathing was particularly clear in this silent room.

It turned out to be just a dream.

Lifting the quilt, I found that the situation just now was just a dream, so I breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, got out of bed and poured a glass of red wine, and walked to the window.

The sky-blue curtains were pulled open, and the harsh sunlight fell on Malcolm's face, and the red wine glass in his hand shook gently, and his black eyes took in the city outside the window.

Sure enough, I was still worried that the alliance would hunt me down after the plan was implemented.

After drinking the red wine in the glass, and before he had time to taste it carefully, Malcolm turned and went to the kitchen, and made a poached egg himself, which he had for breakfast.

Calculating the time, it's almost over, Robert already has the idea of quitting, and I'm almost busy with things, and it's time to find a successor to take Robert's place.

Squinting slightly, he munched on poached eggs in small sips while thinking about the feasibility of a series of plans.

Robert Quinn is no better than those he moved before, as the richest man in Starling City, Robert's every move will undoubtedly affect the hearts of the city's media, and it will undoubtedly consume more of his mental energy to arrange a seamless drama to make Robert disappear.

Perhaps, Moira can help.

Thinking of the three children in the Quinn family, Malcolm's mind slowly emerged with a general framework of a plan.

Don't blame me, Robert, for you have stood in my way, even if you were my best friend, you can only be buried.

ps:I'm sorry.,I was going to resume the update from the beginning of the 5th.,It turned out that I had to rush to Anhui to sketch.,Toss and toss.,Today I was finally able to code words.,Can resume the update............ (To be honest, today's gouache is really drawn, and I want to smash the drawing board!!! ）