Margaret looked a little awkward. "Erm...you'd better ask Mr. Duncan yourself."
"If he was willing to tell me, I wouldn't be asking you."
Margaret had no choice but to tell her. It all started from the time Mr. Duncan was eight years old..."
While she was halfway through the first sentence, they heard a car coming into the yard.
Margaret quickly kept quiet with a guilty look.
As soon as Reed entered the house and stood in the living room for a few seconds, he immediately asked Margaret with displeasure, "Did Tyrone come by?"
"Yes...Mr. Tyrone came by for a while and left right away."
"Clean up the place."
He ordered coldly.
Blair was curious about how he knew Tyrone had been here. Then, when she walked to the sofa, she found a smiley face drawn on the armrest with coffee.
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