Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 622

Chapter 622 Queenie Went To Look For Allison

Old Mr. Norman was not in the mood to play chess anymore. "Don't mention that shameful episode. That ruined our reputation! I thought I could actually be reunited with my granddaughter, but it was all a prank! It's all thanks to Jack and Queenie's adoptive daughter. Sigh!"

Old Mr. Norman had given up hope on a granddaughter because of his son and daughter-in-law's health.

He did not expect that his son would bring him good news, saying that they found their birth daughter that had been lost for more than twenty years.

He did not believe it at first.

However, information from the private detective agency showed that his granddaughter was still alive somewhere in this world.

When that Julie Anderson girl was first brought back to the Norman residence, Old Mr. Norman and his wife were happy and thankful.

They were happy that they found a biological heir, and they were thankful that they could be reunited with their granddaughter while they were still alive.

It turned out to be an elaborate plot orchestrated by Leia.

Old Mr. Norman knew that Leia was a scheming woman, but he chose to ignore it considering that she had not pulled anything serious over the years she was in the Norman household.

He did not expect that she would blackmail Dr. Hoover to tamper with the DNA test results.

The video and aurecording of Leia's threat was broadcasted at the banquet hall, and now almost everyone in A City knew about Leia's scandal!

That had utterly ruined the reputation of the Norman family!

Old Master Crawford saw that his long-tfriend was so agitated that he was about to have a heart attack and decided not to tease him anymore. 1

He refilled Old Mr. Norman's teacup and began to comfort him, "We're already so old, Chris, and we ought to forgive and forget whenever we can. Let the younger generation handle their own problems. Here, have stea." "You can say that because it didn't happen to you. If it were your grandson, I'd guess that you would've broken his legs.” Old Mr. Norman glared at his friend, then gulped down the tea.

He felt better after the calming tea slid down his throat.

Suddenly, Old Master Crawford remembered his objective of visiting the Norman residence.

After talking to his grandson, he could vaguely guess that the true Ms. Norman was Bianca.

He wanted to tell his good friend about the news, but after thinking through it, he decided that he should investigate it first. Otherwise, it would be extremely awkward and troublesome.

If his guess were wrong, Old Mr. Norman would have celebrated for nothing.

He coughed gently and spoke slowly to Old Mr. Norman. "Now that you know that your granddaughter is still alive, then there's no rush. You'll eventually find her. She is probably still in the city, and who knows that you might have already met her..."

Old Mr. Norman sighed and said listlessly, "Sure. You don't have to comfort me. My health is failing, and I'm already one foot in the grave. I'd go to church every day if that would helpfind my

granddaughter."

Old Master Crawford smiled. "There's no rush. You'll eventually find your granddaughter, and the promise that we made in our younger days will ctrue."

Old Mr. Norman did not seem to notice the implication in Old Master Crawford's words. He laughed dryly and shook his head. "Never mind, it's best not to think of it. Have you seen the design of my new house? I like it a lot."

He took out a stack of paper from a drawer and spread it out in front of Old Master Crawford. "The construction will begin stnext month. I'm satisfied with every aspect of the design. Right, the designer is very talented. Her nis Bianca Rayne, the girl who's in a relationship with your grandson Luke now. You must have met her more than once, right?"

Old Master Crawford was impressed by the designs. "Yes, I've met her many times. Bianca is indeed an outstanding girl, and the design is indeed good. I've heard that you've dismissed more than fifty famous designers before settling on this one. What makes you satisfied with Bianca's design?

Old Mr. Norman tapped the design with a fountain pen, grinned widely, and gestured a thumbs up. "That's because not only the design fulfills all my requirements, but Bianca also went a step further and included certain aspects that other people dared not include in their designs. I'm happy that she's at the forefront of architectural design..."

Old Master Crawford did not expect that his friend held Bianca in high regard. He was quite excited about it.

After that, the two old men started discussing the talented Bianca...

Allison reclined on a facial bed in the VIP room of the beauty salon. The manager was attending to her personally.

The manager was massaging Allison while flattering her, "Your skin is as tender as a teenager, Mdm. Crawford. Look at how bouncy it is. You're several years older than me, but if we stand side by side, other people might think that I'm your older sister."

Allison was in cloud nine when she heard that.

She grinned and said, "Not only you're a real charmer, but no other beautician in the salon can give a massage as well as you. It's no wonder you're the manager."

The manager smiled humbly and took the opportunity to peddle sproducts. "Mdm. Crawford, we've imported a skin rejuvenation machine from France not too long ago. It's great for smoothing wrinkles and whitening your skin, not to mention that it's very comfortable. I'll bring it for you to try."

"Mm, let's try it," Allison said hurriedly.

She would not hesitate to try anything that would help her retain her beauty.

"Alright. Please wait for a moment, Mdm. Crawford, I'll be back soon." The manager left the room happily.

Allison closed her eyes to rest. Soon, she heard a pair of high heels walking in.

Thinking that the manager had returned, she did not open her eyes.

A pair of warm and tender hands covered her face and started to massage her face stiffly.

Allison felt that something was amiss. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Queenie smiling superficially at her!