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Let me go Mr Hill

Let me go, Mr. Hill Novel [By Shallow South] Chapter 2451

Let me go, Mr. Hill Novel [By Shallow South] Chapter 2451

After Ryan finished speaking, he straightened him self up and shrugged. “It’s late now. I’ll take my leave first. Don’t stay up too late. As a woman, you need to keep yourself in good shape.”

Jessica did not respond to his comment.

Instead, she became eerily quiet.


The next day.

When Forrest came downstairs, he was dressed in an expensive suit. His expression was indifferent as usual.

Nevertheless, his behavior did not dampen Mrs. Lynch’s enthusiasm.

The moment Forrest planted himself in the seat to have breakfast, Mrs. Lynch came over while holding a phone. “Ever since we came to Canberra, I’ve attended a few social functions with your dad. Look, these are the young ladies we met during the functions. These two look good…”


Forrest furrowed his brows tightly.

Last night, he got nagged so much that he hardly ate anything. However, the same thing was happening again during breakfast. He had enough of it.

“You don’t want to listen to me, huh?” Mrs. Lynch was not bothered about her son’s cold gaze as she was the one who gave birth to such an expressionless person. “It’s fine. You need to get used to it. Anyway, I have nothing else to do apart from taking care of Dani. I have plenty of time to talk to you.”

Forrest was at a loss for words.

“Forrest, you’re pathetic.” Freya, who was watching the show opposite her, said in a gloating manner, “Actually, it’s a good idea to have someone give birth to a child for you. Look how cute Dani is. You’re as good-looking as me, so I’m sure your child will look good too.”

“Ahhh.” Dani waved her hand as if she agreed with what her mother said.

Forrest shot an impassive glance at Dani’s soft and chubby face.

Indeed, he was rather fond of his niece. Having a child at home seemed to have brought about a lot of laughter.

However… he was annoyed at the thought of having to give birth to a child with those strange women.

“I’m going to work.”

Forrest stood up and walked away.

“I only had a brief talk with you, yet you’re already making an excuse to leave. Don’t come home anymore if you have the guts.” Mrs. Lynch’s yell sounded from behind.

After Forrest arrived at the office, his stomach growled as he did not have breakfast.

He covered his stomach and frowned in distress.

“President Lynch, you didn’t have breakfast, right? Here’s a sandwich.” As soon as his secretary, Stacey Childs, walked in with a file and caught sight of him, she handed him the sandwich below her file.

Forrest looked at the breakfast without moving. “No need.”

“President Lynch, don’t worry. I’ve eaten. I bought too much for breakfast today. Even if you don’t take it, I’ll just give it to someone else.” Having been working for Forrest for some time, Stacey could guess what was on his mind. She said playfully, “No breakfast is served in the canteen. If you don’t eat this, I won’t be able to bear to see you starve. I’ll go downstairs and get you something, then.”

Upon hearing it, Forrest took the sandwich. “Get me a cup of coffee.”


Stacey turned around with a smile. Soon, she came in with a cup of hot coffee. Then, she reported today’s situation, “President Lynch, the latest batch of laminated glass has been produced in the factory today. Previously, you said you wanted to inspect-“

“Get ready. I’ll head there in a while. Don’t let the factory know.”

Forrest promptly gave an order.

Stacey nodded. When she turned around and left, she stole a glance at the figure at the office desk.

The morning sun shone in through the French window. The man was dressed in a tailored black suit, emitting an aura of maturity. He had prominent features-dark and thick brows, charming double eyelids, and a tall nose. Coupled with his 1.9 -meter height, he looked like a nobleman despite coming from Melbourne. He could compare with those wealthy men in Canberra.

However, Forrest usually acted in a low-profile manner and always pulled a long face. He hardly smiled.

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