Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 175

The voice was full of suggestive undertones, followed by the rustling of clothes. Anyone could understand what was happening.

Instantly! All the color drained from Anna's face.

She instinctively looked toward Mr. Bailey!

Standing in the crowd, Mr. Bailey's expression was just as ugly.

He had a large belly and a receding hairline. He waved his arms, his neck straining as he yelled, "Turn it off! Tell them to turn it off!"

The students in charge of the broadcast had wanted to turn it off when they heard the wrong content playing, but the recording was so explosive that everyone was stunned.

And they didn't understand why such a recording had gotten into their system.

It was as if their control panel had been hijacked.

It had indeed been remotely controlled.

But the person controlling it wasn't there; they were in The Guild of Pax tower.

When he received the task from Rosalind, Galeno was with Fitch at a gala.

Because of his huge appetite, the waiters were constantly bringing him more food—lamb chops, desserts, one plate after another.

Anyone else would have been ridiculed as a country bumpkin.

But this little boy had come with Fitch, and many well-known CEOs in Sol assumed he was Fitch's son. No one dared to say a word against him; instead, they were all desperately trying to flatter him.

"A healthy appetite is a blessing, a blessing indeed."

But the child didn't speak. He was handsome, with a cold, aloof demeanor. He paid attention to nothing but his food, not even Fitch.

Mr. Martinez also noticed Warner's unusual behavior today. He picked up the teacup from the table, raising a white eyebrow slightly. "You seem very concerned about this little boy."

"Who is he? Don't tell me it's just because people suspect he's Fitch's son. Homp Group is decent, but you're in a different league."

Mr. Martinez was direct, his shrewd eyes fixed on the man before him.

Warner, however, just smiled faintly. He looked at the teacup in his hand, his voice betraying no emotion. "He's Cure-Master's brother."

"Ms. Martinez's brother?!" Mr. Martinez was once again reminded of the face that so closely resembled his late wife. A rare bitterness was in his voice. "I don't know what's wrong with that girl. She stopped coming to treat me. I've sent messages, but she hasn't replied."

Me too, Warner wanted to say.

But it wasn't the right time or place.

He had sent the photo, but then she had completely vanished, not replying to any of his messages. If Mr. Martinez weren't here, he would have gone to the clinic himself to ask her what she meant by it...