Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 186: Holding Back?

Chapter 186: Chapter 186: Holding Back?

Sanya is also a small county town of a tiny country.

The streets here are not busy in the morning.

Christopher Moore had chosen to stay here temporarily because it was not bustling.

In the morning, he had dropped Dale Land off at kindergarten, and on his way home, he took a detour to the vegetable market to buy groceries.

Tonight, he planned to cook Dale Land’s despised dish, carrot and egg stir-fry, along with her favorite chicken drumsticks.

Carrying a small bag of groceries, Christopher leisurely made his way home—he hadn’t yet opened the door.

Suddenly, he realized something, turned around, and saw that he was surrounded.

Christopher nonchalantly raised an eyebrow, "Did James Thompson send you?"

James Knight didn’t speak.

Christopher shrugged, knowing the answer without needing confirmation.

He took off his mask and glasses, thought for a moment, and suddenly understood, no wonder...

For five years, James had been unable to find him, and he had been quite pleased with himself, only to realize the misled party was he.

However, he had long been prepared for the day James would find him.

Christopher smiled coldly, his lips curling into a smirk, "Call James Thompson, I have something to say."

James Knight frowned but he still made the call to ask his BOSS.

When James heard that Christopher wanted to speak to him, he paused, "Give him the phone."

James Knight tossed the phone to Christopher.

Catching it, Christopher sneered, "James, did you think things would end there because you thought I was dead?"

While speaking on the phone, he pulled a folded knife from his pocket.

James listened coldly, "Christopher, Anna’s death is half your fault, you shouldn’t have let Anna get pregnant; her body wasn’t right for it."

Christopher chuckled and stabbed himself with the knife.

James and the others had been vigilant for Christopher to counterattack, utterly astonished to see him stab himself...

Such a crazy man.

After he had laughed enough, Christopher yelled into the phone, "I admit my faults, but my drug research was close to success, I could have saved Anna if you had given me a bit more time. Why did you rush to operate on Anna, why!"

"James, let me tell you, this won’t end here, and those Thompson twins who came to trouble Anna and me, it’s absolutely disgusting and shameful."

Christopher pulled out the knife and plunged it deeply into his heart.

Dale Land was the tool he intended to use for his revenge against James.

He leaned against the door, slowly sitting down, blood flowing from his body, Dale Land’s voice ringing in his ears.

"Uncle Moore, you are sick, you need to drink more water."

"Uncle Moore, Dale wants to fly."

Christopher thought of Julia Land, blinked, and curved his lips slightly, "Julia, I’m sorry."

His vision gradually blurred. Leaning against the door, tilting his head up, he gazed at the sky, so blue, hmm... and quite beautiful.

James frowned, "Christopher, I called you before the surgery, it was a neces..."

The voice on the phone suddenly changed to James Knight’s, "BOSS, Christopher is dead."

James was frustrated and wanted to curse. He rubbed his brow, it’s always impossible to reason with a lunatic.

He discerned the threat in Christopher’s last words.

What final move had Christopher hidden?

**

After Julia Land set a stern example, the efficiency of the old slicks at the company indeed improved a lot.

She browsed through the investigative material of Silicon Express and again looked at the acquisition plans, "Assistant Scott, help me arrange a dinner with General Manager Kyle Grant of Silicon Express tonight."

Assistant Scott acknowledged and left the office to call Kyle Grant.

By six o’clock in the evening, Julia Land arrived first at Jinhua Restaurant.

Assistant Scott had already reserved a private room.

Kyle Grant also arrived ten minutes early.

Julia Land shook hands with Kyle Grant, and after some pleasantries, they had dinner without rushing into business discussions.

Both exhibited patience.

Kyle Grant, attending this dinner party, had deliberately looked at the news released by Moore Group a few days earlier.

The new Chair is quite young, which suggests less experience, which could provide him more room to maneuver during the upcoming negotiations.

Julia Land, having eaten to seventy percent full, put down her chopsticks, picked up her teacup, took a sip of tea, and smiled, "The dishes at this restaurant are quite good."

Kyle Grant also set down his chopsticks and nodded, "Yes, they are really good. My wife loves dining here."

Julia put down her teacup, "General Manager Kyle, regarding the acquisition of Silicon Express, what are your thoughts on the terms?"

Kyle did not answer immediately, falling silent for a moment, "What is the purchase price Moore Group can offer?"

Julia quoted a rough number.

Kyle frowned, considering the price too low, and shook his head, "The purchase price is too low."

The two went back and forth on price, terms, and employee benefits for a rough negotiation.

After two hours, they finally paused.

They scheduled detailed negotiations for the day after tomorrow at Moore Group.

Kyle Grant left the private room, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He had thought Madam Moore would be easy to manipulate, but the fool turned out to be him.

Manipulatable? Her eloquence was remarkable.

Assistant Scott smiled as he saw Kyle off in his car.

Julia went to the restroom and came back.

She was checking work messages on her phone when someone suddenly blocked her way.

She looked up and saw a man she seemed to recognize.

Blake Lincoln stroked his chin, staring at Julia’s face, "You are that... that person, let me think, oh my goodness, I remember now, you used to be Mr. Thompson’s mistress."

Julia, "?"

Julia also remembered, five years ago, that oddball who misidentified women.

She walked past the oddball.

Blake Lincoln reached out to stop her again, laughing, "Were you dumped by Mr. Thompson? Want me to keep you? Don’t worry, I am quite generous with money."

Julia raised an eyebrow, her arms crossed, looking somewhat down from above at Blake.

She was wearing high heels today, slightly taller than Blake, "Move aside, or I’ll call the police."

Blake had lasted so long without trouble because he still had some sense. When someone threatens to call the police, it means they really aren’t interested.

He stepped aside, watching Julia leave.

Connor Bell slowly walked out from the restroom, shaking his head, what he just overheard was rather sensational.

Who is Mr. Thompson? A member of the Thompson family?

Yesterday, his wife had praised Madam Moore for her insight into painting and even commended her as a genuine woman.

Connor shook his head, not about to gossip about other people’s private business.

But still, he thought, he should remind his wife.

Madam Moore, such a woman might be quite scheming.