Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 114: The Beauty’s Red Lips

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: The Beauty’s Red Lips

Trevor Sullivan drove steadily and said, "He told you to take good care of yourself during the pregnancy. If the child is born and confirmed to be of the Thompson bloodline, he will not let the child be illegitimate."

Chloe Sullivan nodded with a smile in her eyes, "Brother, I want to have a few words alone with Mr. Thompson senior, is that okay?"

Cody Thompson’s status was not such that Chloe Sullivan could just ask for a talk whenever she wished.

"It should be okay, but you need to be careful with your words, you understand?"

Chloe Sullivan responded with a yes, "Let’s go to the hospital for a checkup first, then contact him after we get back home."

Cody Thompson knew Trevor Sullivan had a decent relationship with James Thompson, so he could make time for a call from a junior like him.

Trevor Sullivan didn’t know what Chloe Sullivan wanted to say to Cody Thompson; since she didn’t want to tell him, he didn’t force her.

After the two left the hospital and returned to Green Auspice Villa, Trevor Sullivan called Cody Thompson’s assistant.

On the other end, Cody Thompson was playing golf. His assistant, Harry Hunter, took the phone and walked up to Cody Thompson, "Chairman, Trevor Sullivan is looking for you."

Cody Thompson was indifferent, "Oh?"

Although he was middle-aged, his physique was robust and muscular.

Holding a golf club in one hand, he took the phone with the other to hear what Trevor Sullivan wanted to say.

His son’s friend was quite interesting.

A true friend born into the Thompson family?

They were just partners for passing the time.

Chloe Sullivan took the phone from Trevor Sullivan’s hand.

Because Chloe Sullivan wanted to speak with Cody Thompson alone, Trevor Sullivan temporarily stepped aside to give them privacy.

"Hello, Mr. Thompson senior, my name is Chloe Sullivan."

"Oh, Miss Sullivan, what can I do for you?"

***

At the supermarket entrance.

Ever since Julia Land was surrounded by an unknown young journalist bombarding her with questions.

People who liked to watch the drama without fearing trouble gathered around, taking out their phones to record videos.

"Miss Land, both murder cases are related to you, are you aware of the online comments about you?"

Julia Land’s eyes darkened, realizing it was about THIS matter, "The murder cases have nothing to do with me; I was just cooperating with the police to give a statement."

When the young journalist saw Julia Land take out her phone to make a call, he deliberately pushed the camera towards her.

"It’s said that Miss Land, because of money, sent her own mother to jail? Why are you so heartless?"

Some bystanders felt the journalist was harassing a lady too much.

After all, Julia Land was beautiful even without makeup, and some men wanted to help out, but their friends held them back.

"Don’t go over there, didn’t you hear what the journalist is asking? It’s all about murder and prison."

Julia Land frowned.

"Julia, I was wondering why you took so long to shop and hadn’t come home yet. You got caught up with some wild man, huh?"

The man’s voice was lazy.

He had not changed his clothes, wearing a black sleeveless shirt, large shorts, and slippers.

He made his way through the crowd towards Julia Land, took one of the bags from her hand, and ignored everyone’s stares completely.

The young journalist took a step back.

The man before him was half a head taller than he was.

His face was handsome.

But those two black mamba tattoos on his arms were too eye-catching.

Menacing.

The man’s gaze was fierce as he stared at him.

"What are you trying to do... beat someone up? That’s illegal!" the young journalist said, tongue-tied, as the man grabbed him tightly by the collar.

James Thompson chuckled lazily, "I’m her man, and I’m very annoyed to see others approaching her, got it?"

"Got it, got it, please let me go," the journalist was the kind of person who bullied the easy and was afraid of the hard.

"You think I’ll let you go just because you said so? Don’t I have any pride? Who gave you the guts to harass my woman?"

James Thompson did not kick the journalist in front of everyone but simply tightened his grip on the journalist’s collar.

The journalist’s neck was being choked.

Julia Land tiptoed and whispered closely to James Thompson, "People are recording, let’s go home."

James Thompson slowly nodded; he was very responsive to his girlfriend’s words, "Alright, let’s go home."

The young journalist heard their conversation since he was close to them.

He scoffed inside, thinking this man wouldn’t dare to hit him in broad daylight, so why be afraid of him!

Thus, when James Thompson released his shirt, the young journalist gleefully prepared to leave, having already captured his interview material.

But just a few steps away from leaving, he was restrained on the shoulders by two burly men.

The burly bodyguards spoke sternly, "Kid, you owe our boss 60 million, with no money to pay it back, and you think you can run? Come with us."

The young journalist was instantly dumbfounded; since when did he owe 60 million?

Julia Land heard the bodyguard’s words as she was leaving with James Thompson.

After sitting in the car, she gave a thumbs up to Mr. Thompson, "That bodyguard really knows how to make an excuse."

"Mr. Thompson, how come you suddenly came to pick me up?"

"I was worried about you."

James Thompson’s brief words deeply moved Julia Land.

The man stared at her intently and said lightly, "Owing 60 million is no joke."

There was originally no debt, but it could become real debt.

He wasn’t like Julia, who held firmly to her bottom line.

James Thompson knew that Julia Land must be working on something and insisted on keeping her principles.

He never overly interfered.

His Julia was not that weak.

Julia Land lifted James Thompson’s right arm and gave him a look.

She slowly lowered her head, and her red lips kissed the head of the black mamba.

Her pale neck, the pretty red lips, and the fearsome snake.

The contrast was intensely stimulating.

James Thompson’s body went numb from her kiss.