C3 The Second Child Plan

At the same time, the atmosphere in the principal's office was tense. The principal stood on one side with a bow, and he glanced at the wound on Harold's forehead from the corner of his eyes. He wished he could kneel down and worship him.

Harold leaned against the sofa on the top of the room, his handsome face covered in gloom.

His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and the cold aura that radiated from his body made him look like he had come from hell. No one dared to provoke him.

He raised his hand and looked at the time. His eyebrows knitted even tighter.

Bang!

The office door opened, and the assistant, Everett, walked in quickly. "Mr. Douglas, I found it."

"Speak!" The cold word was already filled with anger.

"The person who attacked you is a woman called Nina. She is the performer of the classical dance tonight. This is a photo she took accidentally before she put on makeup."

Harold looked at the young woman in the photo with a cold glint in his eyes.

It can't be wrong. It's her!

Although she was facing the sky in the photo, he would never forget her eyes.

"Anything else?" The photo in Harold's hand was wrinkled because he had unconsciously used too much strength.

"Nina is a little internet celebrity. She is famous for dancing all kinds of classical dances. Her Weibo is called 'Baby Ash' and has 1.68 million fans. I think the school will hire her to perform. They must have taken a liking to her because of this. In addition..." Everett paused and looked at the principal.

The principal shuddered and quickly left the office as if he had been granted amnesty.

"What else?" When the door was closed and the principal was gone, Harold sat up straight.

Everett put Nina's bag on the table and said, "Mr. Douglas, your guess is correct. This set of equipment is indeed used to extract... cough, cough..."

Harold's face darkened. "Immediately investigate and find out everything about her."

He was quite bold to plot against him!

And it was a damned little girl!

Harold felt that he had suffered a great humiliation. With a wave of his hand, the tea set on the table fell to the ground and made a crackling sound.

"Mr. Douglas, be careful of the wound on your forehead."

Harold became even angrier when he heard this. "Immediately find her address."

Even if he didn't sleep tonight, he would still catch that damned woman in front of him.

"Mr. Douglas, you should look at this first." Everett handed a small notebook to Harold with a complicated gaze.

"What is this?" Harold flipped open the small notebook.

"Langyi Hotel, Presidential Suite 101, failed to disguise as a cleaner." There was a crying expression at the back.

"B City Airport, VIP waiting room, security is too strong, I can't get in, failed." There were two crying expressions at the back.

"B University's Celebration performance..." There was a sign of support at the back.

Harold was speechless.

Damn it, it turned out that it wasn't the first time that that damned woman had approached him today.

Harold felt the pain from the wound on his forehead.

He continued to flip through the pages, only to find that the last page was blank.

Everett reminded him in a friendly manner, "Mr. Douglas, there is still one last page."

Harold flipped to the last page in a fit of anger and saw the words that left him dumbstruck.

"Birth plan! First step: drug; Second step: take off his pants; Third step..."

Every step of the plan was written in detail, especially how to steal his billions of descendants and even included a vivid little picture.

Birth plan?

Harold's flaming eyes stared intently at these two words.

F*ck, when did he have a baby with that damned woman?

He had slept with a woman before, so how could he not have any recollection of it?

Pow!

Harold threw the notebook on the table. "Check, immediately! Immediately!"