"I…" Thompson was troubled as he didn't know what to do, so he asked, "Mr. Zayn, Randy wants to speak to you. Is that okay?"
"What is there to talk with a three-year-old…" Zayn was obviously reluctant, but before he could express his disdain, a childish yet polite voice interrupted him. "Hello, good day to you!"
Zayn replied subconsciously, "Hello!"
"I am Randuwell, Carla's eldest son. Regarding my Mommy's matter, I would like to have a talk with you." Although Randy's voice sounded childish, he had an imposing aura that made him sound like an adult.
"Ha! You and I?" A laugh escaped Zayn's lips upon listening to Randy's voice. He would have to give credit to the child for extinguishing the flames of fury burning in his heart.He's only three and a half years old, and he wants to have a talk with me?
Let's see what he'll say.
"Yes. You and I." Randy was calm and poised.
Suddenly, Josh added, "And me. Randy, I want to go too!"
"M-Me too…" Venus's cute voice sounded through the phone.
Listening to her sweet voice, an image of her hugging the milk bottle flashed across Zayn's mind.
"Don't cause trouble." Putting the phone away, Randy reprimanded his siblings softly before putting the phone beside his ear and said, "Sorry about that. Josh and Venus are just worried about Mommy. How about 8 p.m.?"
"Fine by me. I'll ask Thompson to take you here." Zayn agreed as he was curious about the things a three-year-old would talk to him about.
"Thank you." Randy handed Thompson the phone and said, "Mr. Giblo has something to tell you."
Thompson took the phone over while Zayn instructed, "Thompson, send that child here tonight at eight."
"Alright. I'll make the arrangements." After hanging up, Thompson immediately turned to Randy and said, "Randy, I'll get the nurse to change your clothes. See you downstairs in thirty minutes."
Randy replied, "Alright."
Meanwhile, Zayn's fury was doused out by the voices of the kids.
Solara wants to fight for the inheritance, but I'm in control here, so she won't dare to do anything to Carla.
I'll have to send Carla and her kids to safety first after getting her back from Solara. Only then can I finish that crazy woman.
Bearing these thoughts in mind, Zayn immediately ordered Benard to make the arrangements.
A few moments later, Randy appeared alongside Thompson at the door.
The child looked petite in his black suit. Walking in with his back upright and his head held high, he had a calm expression on.
The design and decorations in the spacious study were of cold colors, and it made the air somber.
Crossing his legs as he sat on the sofa, Zayn's heart stirred at the sight of the small child sitting in front of him. Memories of the past flooded his mind. When he was six years old, he did the same thing
as Randy when he negotiated with Jombo.
That night, Jombo decided to pass the right of inheritance to him just after having a ten-minute conversation with him.
Now that he was the one negotiating with a three-year-old, a surge of warmth coursed through his heart.
Benard asked, "Little boy, what would you like for a drink?"
He remembered the time when they were at the kindergarten, Randy's words made him speechless.
"You can call me by my name. I'm Randuwell!" Randy lifted his head to look at the man politely, but there was a hint of domineering and boldness that resembled Zayn coming from his gaze.
Benard's face reddened with embarrassment as he hurriedly changed the way he called Randy. "Alright… Mr. Randuwell, what would you like for a drink?"
"No need." Randy turned to look at Zayn as he was speaking to Benard. "Can you give us some space? I would like to have a one-on-one talk with Mr. Giblo."
"I…" Benard turned to look at Zayn, while the latter smiled and nodded slightly.
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