Chapter 114 Elizabeth's Red Lips
Matthew drove steadily and said, "He wants you to take good care of yourself during the pregnancy. If the child is born and confirmed to be Robinson family blood, he won't let the child be illegitimate."
Emma nodded with a smile, "Manuel, I'd like to talk to Mr. Robinson privately. Is that okay?"
Given Manuel's status, it wasn't like Emma could just talk to him whenever she wanted.
"Should be fine, but watch what you say, okay?"
Emma agreed, "Let's go to the hospital for the checkup first. After that, we'll go home and contact him."
Manuel knew that Matthew and Timothy had a good relationship, so he could spare some time to take a call from a junior.
Matthew didn't know what Emma wanted to say to Manuel. Since she didn't want to tell him, Matthew wouldn't force her.
After Matthew and Emma left the hospital and returned to Greenview Mansion, Matthew called Manuel's special assistant, Sam Brooks.
On the other end, Manuel was playing golf. Sam walked over to Manuel with his phone, "Mr. Robinson, Matthew is calling for you."
Manuel responded casually.
Though he was getting on in years, he was a middle-aged man with a strong, powerful build.
Holding the golf club in one hand, he took the phone with the other to hear what Matthew had to say.
His son Timothy's friend was quite interesting.
Born into the Robinson family, where would you find real friends?
They were all just people to pass the time with.
Emma took the phone from Matthew.
Since Emma wanted to talk to Manuel privately, Matthew stepped away for the moment.
"Hello, Mr. Robinson. My name is Emma Sutter."
"Miss Sutter, what can I do for you?"
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At the supermarket entrance.
Ever since Elizabeth was surrounded by some reporter named Wilder asking questions, people who loved drama had gathered around, pulling out their phones to record.
"Ms. Penrose, two murder cases are connected to you. Do you know what netizens are saying about you?"
Elizabeth's eyes darkened slightly. So this was what it was about. "The murder cases have nothing to do with me. I was just cooperating with the police by giving a statement."
When the reporter Wilder saw Elizabeth pulling out her phone to make a call, he deliberately shoved the camera in front of her.
"I heard Ms. Penrose sent her own mother to prison for money. Why so heartless?"
Some people around thought Wilder was going too far harassing a woman like this.
After all, Elizabeth was strikingly beautiful, pretty even without makeup. Some men wanted to help, but their friends held them back.
"Don't go. Didn't you hear what the reporter was asking? It's all about murder and prison."
Elizabeth frowned.
"Elizabeth, I was wondering why you took so long buying groceries. Turns out some random guy is bothering you."
Timothy's voice was lazy.
He hadn't changed clothes—just wearing a black sleeveless shirt with shorts and flip-flops.
He walked through the crowd toward Elizabeth, took one of her bags, completely ignoring the stares around them.
Wilder took a small step back.
The Timothy before him was half a head taller.
Timothy had handsome features.
But the black mamba tattoos on both his arms were eye-catching.
Fierce.
Timothy stared at him with a ruthless look.
"What, what do you want? Hitting people is illegal!" Wilder stammered as Timothy grabbed him tightly by the collar.
Timothy gave a lazy, mocking laugh, "I'm her boyfriend. I don't like other men getting close to her. Got it?"
"Got it, got it. Please let me go," Wilder said. He was the type to bully the weak and fear the strong.
"You think I'll let go just because you ask? Don't I have any pride? Who gave you the nerve to harass my woman?"
Timothy didn't kick him in front of everyone, just gripped Wilder's collar tighter.
Wilder was being choked.
Elizabeth stood on her tiptoes and whispered close to Timothy, "People are still recording. Let's go home."
Timothy nodded slowly. He listened to Elizabeth. "Okay, let's go home."
Wilder was close enough to hear their conversation.
He sneered inwardly—Timothy wouldn't dare hit him in broad daylight, so why should he be afraid?
So when Timothy released his collar, Wilder happily prepared to leave.
He'd already gotten the footage he needed anyway.
But just a few steps away, two burly men grabbed his shoulders.
The stern-faced bodyguard said coldly, "You owe our boss sixty million dollars. You can't pay it back and you want to run? Come with us."
Wilder was instantly stunned. When did he owe sixty million dollars?
As Elizabeth was led away by Timothy, she also heard the bodyguard's words.
After getting in the car, she gave Timothy a thumbs up, "That bodyguard is good at making excuses."
"Mr. Robinson, why did you suddenly come pick me up?"
"I was worried about you."
Timothy's short sentence moved Elizabeth deeply.
Timothy stared straight at her and said flatly, "Owing sixty million dollars isn't a joke."
Wilder didn't owe money before, but it could become real.
Timothy wasn't like Elizabeth, holding onto certain principles.
Timothy knew Elizabeth was always working on something, and she insisted on keeping to her boundaries.
He never interfered too much.
His Elizabeth wasn't that weak.
Elizabeth lifted Timothy's right arm and looked at him with her beautiful eyes.
She slowly lowered her head, her red lips kissing the head of the black mamba tattoo on his hand.
A slender neck, a beautiful woman's red lips.
A fearsome snake.
It created an intense, thrilling sensation.
Timothy's body tingled from her kiss.