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The CEO’S Unplanned Heir novel (Aurelia and Leopold)

Chapter 672
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Chapter 672 The incident with Aurelia’s poisoning was a close call that could never happen again.

“Got it? William and Skyler nodded in unison.

Later, Aurelia dropped her son off at Arnold's place.

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On the way back to Blossom Villa, she voiced her concerns, "Geoffrey and your Aunt Tanya probably want to keep a tight grip on Skyler and have him wrapped around their fingers. Now that Skyler's thinking for himself, they must be fuming" Leopold's voice carried a weight of seriousness. "My guys will look out for Skyler around the clock. If those snakes make a move, we'll know.

Sometimes, it's good when they can't hold it and show their true colors" Aurelia brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'd like to get a glimpse of Geoffrey's real face. He probably has as many masks as you do, which is why nobody has seen his true self till now." Acold glint flickered in Leopold's eyes. “Then we'll fight fire with fire." After ssilence, he added, "The judge and jury cto a consensus about the guy who stirred up trouble at the Wildlife Foundation the other day.

They've decided to throw the book at him, making an example out of him" It was a big deal online, and handing down a harsh sentence was what the public wanted.

Aurelia asked in a low voice, "Did the police conduct a psychiatric evaluation on him?" Leopold replied, “They did. No history of mental illness in his family, and he was of sound mind." Aurelia smirked sarcastically. “His family claims he's mentally sick and that his donation was invalid due to his condition” Leopold scoffed, “Mental illness isn't something he can just fake whenever it's convenient for him" At that, Aurelia firmly believed that the odd behavior he had shown previously was all an act, a ploy to get his money back.

The world is full of all sorts of characters.

"Every year brings its share of scoundrels, but there seems to be too many this year.’ if it had been an average Joe, she might have agreed to give him the refund, but for a lowlife like that, he deserved to lose his shirt.

His parents made a spectacle of themselves in front of the press, wailing and lamenting that their son was a freeloader with no job and the money in his account was all theirs. They told people they were sick and couldn't afford treatment, and refusing a refund was like a death sentence to them.

All they cared about was getting their money back, showing no remorse for having raised such a disgrace.

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The neighbors had even reported that the guy used to torture animals since he was young. He killed a neighbor's cat once.

When confronted, his parents didn't scold him but lashed out at the neighbors instead. So, his bloodthirsty ways weren't without reason.

The couple deserved every bit of the backlash they got from netizens.

Over at Arnold's villa, William climbed onto Arnold's lap after his bath and petted Nibbles, the bunny next to him. Nibbles was a rescue from the Willowbrook Animal Shelter.

"Daddy, do you ever think about keeping a cat?” William asked.

Arnold smiled gently. “Would you like to have a cat?" "I helped save a kitten from an animal abuser in the park with Skyler. | was going to take it to the shelter, but then | thought we could adopt it ourselves, right?" William looked up earnestly. "Chirpy doesn't like cats. Birds and cats are natural enemies. So | figured it could stay here and keep Nibbles company.” Arnold chuckled. “If you want to adopt it, go ahead. That kitten is lucky to have met our William." "Thanks, Daddy" William beamed, showing off a row of pearly whites.

Arnold sipped his coffee, a thought crossing his mind. "The abuser you've run into isn't the sguy who caused the ruckus at the Wildlife Foundation, is he?" William stood with his hands on his hips, a look of anger on his face. "That's him, a real bad guy. Fortunately, the cops took him away. Otherwise, who knows how many more animals he would have hurt." Arnold stroked his hair, teasing, "I wouldn't be surprised if your silver tongue had scared him into believing that restless spirits would haunt him, leading him to donate in the first place.”