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    Finally, around 3 o’clock in the afternoon, she saw the news.


    The report stated that the former CEO of VQ Group, Conroy, was dealing with a serious illness and had been hospitalized. His wife and daughter were wearing shy, morous outfits.


    “Shocking! The former CEO had an affair with his sister-inw, who bore him a daughter. Despite their decades of love, now that he’s seriously ill, it seems they’re only waiting for him to die to im his assets.”


    The high-definition photos Eileen took quickly went viral. Even though they were a bit blurry, the people who knew Gianna and Jessica could tell that the women in the photos were them. Most people could guess that the former CEO in question was Conroy.


    The news spread quickly.


    With a slight smile, Eileen suggested to Bryan, “Request to the court for a public visit to Conroy in the hospital.”


    “I’ve already done that,” Bryan responded, pausing his work to take Eileen’s wrist and intertwine their fingers.


    “You seem to know my ns in advance again,” Eileen teased, pulling away from Bryan’s hold and resting her head on his legs. Their quiet moment was soon interrupted by a voice approaching them.


    Gabri pointed at her parents, who were cuddling together, and said, “Dad loves Mom, and Mom loves Dad. I’m not needed.”


    Eileen was taken aback by Gabri’s words. She sat up and looked directly at her daughter. “Honey, what do you mean by that? Who’s not needed?”


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    Gabri, looking determined, poked her belly and replied, “Me.”


    “Why would you think that?” Eileen, trying to understand her daughter’s words, got off the sofa and kneeled beside her. “That’s not true. You’re Mommy and Daddy’s special little girl.”


    Gabri blinked herrge eyes, seemingly unsure of how to respond.


    Bryan, who had been working on hisptop, put it aside and spoke up.


    “Who told you that you’re not needed?” Bryan asked.


    “Ray,” Gabri struggled to pronounce Raymond’s name correctly.


    “That’s not true,” Bryan said, lifting Gabri and settling her on hisp. “Your mom is absolutely not. You’re our treasure.”


    Gabri couldn’t fully understand his words, but she squinted happily and smiled. Once Gabri wasforted, she ran off to y. Bryan picked up his phone and dialed.


    “I need you to pick something up from the Vazquez Mansion for me.”


    “Now?” Raymond asked. If he did that, he would return home at midnight.


    “Yes,” Bryan replied.


    Raymond hung up and made his way to the Vazquez Mansion. Arriving wearily in the dead of night, he was met by a servant waiting at the gate.


    Confused, Raymond asked, “Is this what Mr. Dawson requested?”


    “Yes, Mr. Dawson left this coat here during hisst visit,” the servant said.


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