Chapter 712

Even though she had only met Terry once, the image of his features was etched in her heart…

When she saw the children‘s eyes, nose, and lips… she found they and Terry had been cast in the
same mold.

Could they be Terry‘s illegitimate children?

A hint of hostility appeared in Isabelle‘s eyes.

Meanwhile , Alden and George turned a blind eye to her and sat on the couch.

“Who are you?”

Isabelle crossed her legs as she questioned them indifferently and wårily.

“Who are you?” George coolly asked in return.

The boy was arrogant, aloof, and collected. His aura was similar to that of Terry.

Isabelle took a deep breath. “I’m Terry‘s fiancee—”

Before she could finish speaking, a cold and stern voice rang out, “Who‘s my fiancee?”

Isabelle froze.

Even though everyone in Hestia Border was aware that her father had plans to betroth her to Terry, he
had never agreed to it.

Therefore, she only dared to tell others that she was his fiancee behind his back.



She never thought Terry would overhear her words.

She smiled dryly. “I was just joking with the kids. Terry, who are they?”

Terry rested his gaze on the children. For a moment, he was lost in his own thoughts.

That sense of familiarity returned to him once again…

“Go out.” Terry turned to Isabelle. “Don‘t come in without my order.”

Isabelle almost erupted with anger.

She continued to take deep breaths to calm down before she said, “I won‘t get in your way. I‘ll just stay
and play with the children.”

“I have some business to discuss with them. Go out and entertain yourself.” Terry sounded impatient,
and Isabelle tensed up.

What business could he have with two children?!

Terry was driving her out on purpose!

When Auguste was in power, she could come and go whenever she wanted.

Why did her status plummet after Terry replaced

Auguste?

She turned her head and left in a huff.

Following that, Terry turned to the children. “Who‘s Sir Daugherty? Who’s Hal the milk lover?”



George found his voice to be familiar.

However, since Terry was speaking in English, George did not give it a second thought and calmly said,
“I‘m Hal the milk lover.”

Terry shook his head. “You don‘t look like a milk lover.” The person who called himself “Hal the milk
lover” should be an outgoing and lively person. Meanwhile, the child before him appeared mature and
did not quite fit the vibe that the name gave off.

“It‘s us,” Alden said indifferently. “We’re here. Can you let go of Karl now?”

“How do I know if you‘re not just impostors?” Terry stroked his chin. “Unless, you prove yourself.”

The truth was, Terry trusted them, at least a little if not entirely.

Still, it was hard to believe that the four– or five–year–old children were famous hackers on the Dark
Net.

Alden nodded. “Do you have computers? You‘ll find out in a match.”

So, Terry gestured for his servant to prepare some computers.




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