Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 818 - 816: Sleeping Together (2)

The person knocked out by Jimmy Horne’s people was Florence Ford, who was a fellow. No need to panic.

"Ruiz, shouldn’t we call the police?" Rachel was still worried. If the nanny misheard and the girl wasn’t Florence Ford, would the girl be in danger?

Her own daughter was kidnapped last evening, and she was worried to death.

Only late at night did she find out that it was Jimmy Horne up to tricks, and her heart eased slightly, although she cursed Jimmy a thousand times in her heart.

Hansen Ruiz wrapped an arm around his beloved wife’s shoulder, looking at the nanny, and asked, "Did you hear clearly that the girl was called Florence Ford?"

The nanny nodded.

Hansen Ruiz then patted his wife’s shoulder and reassured her, "Don’t worry, if it’s really Florence Ford, she won’t be in danger. But why would that girl appear in front of our house? When did she come to T City?" As he spoke, he took out his phone and called Glades Horne.

If Florence Ford came to T City, she would definitely go to the Horne Family.

Calling Glades Horne might verify what the nanny said.

Glades Horne was in the CEO’s Office at the Valence Group dealing with documents, while Julia was sitting in front of him leisurely drinking coffee and reading a magazine. Nowadays, she was considered a rising star in the business world. The companies under her name had all been elevated to a new level, with substantial profits, and she had cultivated a batch of trustworthy managers, so she didn’t have to watch over the company every day.

After inspecting all the companies, she snuck back to the Valence Group, sticking with Glades Horne.

The couple was a bit amusing; in their youth, it was Glades Horne who was clinging to Julia like a piece of chewing gum. Now in middle age, nearly fifty, it was Julia who liked sticking to him.

Receiving Hansen Ruiz’s call, Glades Horne asked in good spirits, "What’s up?"

Hansen Ruiz told Glades Horne about Jimmy Horne’s people informing them of his daughter’s news, and also about Florence Ford being kidnapped.

After hearing this, Glades Horne chuckled lowly, "That little beauty is the daughter of the Elder of Blaze Gate, she won’t be in trouble. She also just arrived this morning."

Hearing Glades Horne’s answer, Hansen Ruiz believed what the nanny said.

The two casually exchanged a few more words before Hansen Ruiz hung up the phone.

"What’s up? What happened to the little beauty?" Julia closed the magazine, picked up the coffee, and took a gentle sip, smiling lightly as she asked her husband.

Glades Horne put down the pen in his hand, smiling at her, and responded, "That Billy kid even had someone bring the little beauty over. This kid... seems to want to enjoy the best of both worlds." Having Camila, but still wants the little beauty.

Could it be that the Reyes Family’s flirtatious nature is inherited in alternate generations in Billy?

Julia immediately said bluntly, "That’s not okay. He should either be with Camila or with the little beauty. He can’t think of having both."

Damn kid, ten years unseen, turned into a playboy.

She thought that kid wanted to develop feelings with their goddaughter, but didn’t expect that kid also wanted the little beauty.

"The kids are still young, Julia, we just need to watch over them, let it happen naturally," Glades Horne comforted his wife, fully aware that his wife saw Camila as her own and couldn’t stand seeing her suffer any grievances.

Julia didn’t speak, and after a moment she said, "Haven’t I always been watching from the sidelines? I’ve never intervened in anything, right? I also believe in Camila; she won’t be willing to share a man with someone else. Even if Billy inherited their family’s flirtatiousness, Camila won’t fulfill his desires."

Glades Horne just smiled, reached over, and covered her hand with his. At over forty, Julia maintained herself well, and her hand felt as soft and smooth as it did back in the day.

"Wife, anyway, I will only ever have you."

Julia gave him a playful look, teasing, "I know, stop being so mushy."

"There’s no one else here, a little mushy won’t hurt."

"We’ve both gotten old, without realizing it, in the blink of an eye, I’m already in my forties." Julia sighed, lamenting how time flies. It seemed like just yesterday she married Glades Horne, and today their son is fifteen. Indeed, time waits for no one.

"Even when we’re seventy or eighty, I’ll still say the same thing," Glades Horne said affectionately, standing up, walking around the desk, pulling Julia up, bringing her to the window, encircling her waist, holding her as they looked out the window, speaking in a low, pampering voice, "I will always be the sky above you, always shielding you, protecting you, loving you."

Snuggled in his sturdy embrace, listening to his words, Julia’s heart was sweet, as if back in the day.

With time passing, a blink of an eye and more than a decade had gone, he used time to prove his love for her.

A lifetime of happiness, a lifetime of peace.

She felt he had accomplished that.

In this life, she was happy and peaceful, because of him.

The couple leaned on each other, watching the clouds outside the window together.

Looking at the little beauty still unconscious, Camila Ruiz turned her head and glared fiercely at Jimmy Horne standing behind her, scolding, "Is this the only method you know?"

He brought her here, saying it was to accompany him.

Alright, seeing his current situation, her heart softened and she didn’t want to mind the way he brought her here.

But how many hours had passed? He again brought Florence here, using the same method.

Even after ten years, Camila still recognized Florence Ford at a glance. When she saw Oscar Evans hauling Florence by the waist roughly into the house and casually tossing her on the floor, she became furious.

These people didn’t understand pitying beauty at all; Florence was still considered a beauty, yet they just threw her on the ground.

Did she also receive such treatment when she was brought back yesterday?

After venting her anger, she hurriedly helped Florence back to the room she slept in. Jimmy Horne, with a sullen face, yelled something at Oscar Evans, but she had no intention of listening. Her concern was Florence, especially since Florence hadn’t woken up for so long.

Receiving her glaring and scolding, Jimmy Horne responded irritably, "This is the only method I know, what of it?" He was infuriated! Those damned old men! Couldn’t stand to see him with Camila, deliberately bringing the little beauty here, isn’t this intentionally causing trouble for his wife-raising plan?

Even if he and the little beauty didn’t have anything going on, but one man, two women, always leads to some misunderstandings.

"You..."

Camila Ruiz was even angrier, glaring at Jimmy Horne as if she wanted to devour him.

"If I say it wasn’t my idea, would you believe me?" Jimmy Horne intently stared at her, suppressing his anger, asking in a low voice. His expression was still foul, eyes wide, with anger flickering deep within them, and his whole being exuded a rare chilling aura, making people want to steer clear at first sight.