Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart-Chapter 258: : I Like Someone Like Your Mom

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What a liar!

Tobias Clark could not believe that no one pursued the handsome ‘Dubious

Man.’

After all, he was only five years old, and even if he tried to hide, he couldn’t help but reveal himself. When Baron Lawrence said he had no one, Tobias clearly frowned. However, he quickly recovered.

“Oh, so what kind of girls does Uncle Baron like?”

Baron Lawrence was tempted to answer with ‘like your mom’, but since Enna Clark had warned him not to act rashly, he suppressed the urge and touched his thin lips. “With hair about as long as your Mummy’s, skin as fair as your Mummy’s, and height about as tall as your Mummy’s…”

He mentioned a series of similarities, and the more he said, the darker Tobias’s face became. His small hand clenched into a fist, gritting his teeth!

Everything is just like his family’s woman, might as well just say it’s her!

Tobias angrily waited for him to finish, then smiled and counterattacked,

“Hehe, the person Uncle Baron described sounds like my Mummy.”

Before Baron Lawrence could admit it, he stabbed another barb. “Too bad my

Mummy doesn’t like Uncle Baron’s type. She says, the prettier the man, the less content he is. She prefers men like my dad, honest and dedicated to serving the people.”

It was fine if he didn’t mention serving the people, but as soon as he mentioned it, Baron Lawrence thought of Tobias’s dad cleaning toilets in Country W.

The two stared at each other, big eyes and small eyes, not knowing what to say!

Tobias had basically concluded that even if the ‘Dubious Man’ knew about his dad, he wouldn’t easily let go. Tobias was determined to use Plan B, so he didn’t take the initiative to find a topic.

They finished their drinks.

Finally, the smaller of the two broke the silence, his eyes shifting as he politely invited, “Uncle Baron, thank you for coming to the kindergarten to find me today and taking me to the playground. Why don’t you come to my house for dinner tonight? I’ll call Mummy and ask her to make some more delicious food. ”

Going to his house for dinner? Wouldn’t that mean eating with that woman? Baron Lawrence stretched out like a cheetah, feeling very pleased. “Okay.”

BBC Radio, 3rd Floor.

Enna Clark hung up the phone, her mouth still agape in surprise.

What was going on? Why would Bobby suddenly think of inviting Baron Lawrence to their home for dinner? Just last night when she asked him about it, didn’t he still seem very displeased with Baron Lawrence?

Tiffany Clifford went to the pantry to get a cup of water, passing by Enna’s desk and noticing her deep in thought, clutching her phone. “Enna, what are you doing?

Seeing Tiffany, Enna turned her head and asked in bafflement. “Sister Tiffany, perfect timing. Let me ask you a question. A doesn’t like B, but suddenly invites B to their home for dinner. What do you think is going on?”

“What’s with the A and B?” Tiffany’s eyebrows raised in surprise, her face lighting up with excitement as she put down her cup. “Enna, could it be that A is your son Bobby, and B is your boyfriend?”

“… ” Women’s sixth sense is truly terrifying.

Seeing her reaction, Tiffany knew she had guessed right, patting Enna’s shoulder heavily and laughing. “Really? Did you and that guy who dropped you off at work successfully progress?”

The guy who dropped her off at work that day… Enna was startled… Could Tiffany be talking about Wyndham Howell?

“No, Sister Tiffany, you misunderstand.”

Tiffany wrapped her arm around Enna’s shoulder, not believing her words. “You’re still pretending with me. Let me tell you, if A doesn’t like B but suddenly invites B to his home for dinner, he must be up to something.”

Bobby has a hidden agenda?

Enna wasn’t sure.

She looked down at her watch, realizing that the workday was over. Picking up her bag, she told Tiffany, “Sister Tiffany, I’m going home.”

Tiffany let her go, a warm smile on her face as she waved. “Alright, you go

ahead. Goodbye..”

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