SWNOVELS Chapter 8
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Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Milo listened calmly and said, “Brad Erickson must not be the old man’s biological son. After all, being a mother makes it easy to know if a child is truly yours, but it’s much harder for fathers.” They exchanged a look, realizing that the adult world was complicated.
“The old man can’t be our dad. Who could our father be?”
Milo hurriedly laid out a few tarot cards and silently recited a spell. Then he carefully uncovered the cards and earnestly interpreted the results.
Looking at Oliver, Milo said, “Oliver, from the results, we’ve already met our dad.”
This surprised Oliver, and a thought flashed through his mind..
“It’s that guy!” Oliver and Milo said in unison. They had a rough idea of who their father might be.
“Oliver, let’s stake out Reeves Group tomorrow. I can confirm if he’s our dad just by reading his palm.”
“Alright, we’ll go tomorrow.”
The door cracked open just then, and Oliver and Milo quickly hid under the covers.
Christine peered through the door crack and noticed Oliver and Milo lying in bed, fast asleep. This struck her as peculiar because she was certain she had heard voices earlier and assumed Oliver and Milo were still awake. Concerned, she came to check on them, only to find them both peacefully asleep, which left her feeling perplexed.
Even more confusing was that she faintly heard someone mention the “Reeves Group.” She could not pinpoint why, but the mention of the Reeves Group made her feel uneasy as if something strange was about to happen.
However, seeing Oliver and Milo sleeping soundly, she thought that perhaps it was all just her imagination playing tricks on her. She shook her head, dismissing the odd thoughts, and then gently closed the door, returning to her own room.
The next day, Oliver and Milo sprang into action immediately. Milo set up a fortune–telling booth outside Reeves Group with a sign that read “Fortune–telling Genius.”
“I’m a little mischief–maker, able to predict your future, whether it’s about love or fortune. There’s no one more accurate than me. If I’m wrong, I’ll give a full refund!”
Milo, with his cherubic cheeks and sparkling eyes, radiates pure cuteness. He had an adorable, sweet voice that captivated
everyone.
Standing behind him, Oliver wore sunglasses and kept his head low, trying not to be recognized. Oliver found Milo’s promotional words unbearable, thinking they sounded like those of a swindler.
“Oh my, this little boy is too cute! Even cuter than Alfred, one of the hottest child stars!”
“Yeah, is he here for a movie shoot?”
“Didn’t see any cameras. Are they twins? The one with sunglasses looks cool.”
The fact that a kid claimed to be a fortune teller already caught people’s attention. Their adorable appearance only intensified the curiosity of onlookers, drawing the curious gazes of passersby. Everyone could not resist gathering around to see what was happening, and before they knew it, a large crowd had formed around them. As more people gathered, Milot approached a woman in the crowd and said sweetly, “Miss, let me read your palm. I’m an expert in palm reading.” Milo’s endearing voice melted hearts.
“It’s ten minutes before work. Little boy, you can read my palm.” The woman smiled and said.
The woman offered her hand. Milo looked at her hand and praised, “Miss, your hand is so fair, and your fingers are slender. Very beautiful.”
“You’re too good at flattery, little boy.” The woman could not help but burst into melodious laughter upon hearing Milo’s praise. She had never expected such sweet words to come from a young child’s mouth.
With a cough, Oliver reminded Milo to focus on the palm reading and not flirt.
Milo immediately became serious, slightly embarrassed, and said, “Miss, based on your palm, you’ll meet your true love this year.
**Does that mean I’ll get out of being single this year?” The woman became
“With your looks, it’s a must!”
very
excited.
The woman was overjoyed upon hearing that. At that moment, an unremarkable–looking man approached Milo and said, “Hey, kid, could you also read my fortune for me?”
Milo sensed an unpleasant aura emanating from the man and could not help but furrow his brow.
“Mister, from your palm reading, it seems like you’ve had a rough and impoverished life and are still alone now.
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Upon hearing Milo’s accurate divination, the man’s heart skipped a beat, and he listened even more attentively.
“When you reach forty….
“What about when I reach forty…?” he asked eagerly, wondering if forty would mark a turning point for him, leading to great success.
Oliver took a look at the man’s palm and calmly replied, “After forty, you’ll get used to it.”
“Geti get used to it?” The man’s mouth twitched, appearing somewhat resigned. He had hoped for a change of fortune but never imagined it would lead to this outcome.
Milo’s words elicited laughter from the crowd.
Unbeknownst to the merry group, a black Maybach had parked not far away.
Randall stepped out of the car, his long legs stretching elegantly.
He was dressed impeccably in a dark suit and exuded an imposing aura that discouraged others from approaching.
His gaze turned cold when he saw the crowd gathered at the Reeves Group’s entrance, and he was clearly displeased.
His assistant, Derick Hunt, stepped forward and shouted, “What are you all crowding around for? Get back to work!”
Oliver and Milo immediately locked their sights on Randall.
Milo took the initiative and approached Randall with a soft and endearing tone. “Hello, mister, I’m reading palms. Can I read yours?”
“I’ve never believed in such things,” Randall said, his eyes revealing no emotions.
He was about to leave when suddenly Milo staged a fake fall, acting as if he had tripped over.
Randall raised an eyebrow, his intense gaze cool and aloof.
“I accidentally fell. It hurts, Milo said, sitting on the ground and extending his hand to Randall. “Mister, could you help me up?”
Randall had already seen through the act, finding it exceedingly false.
He raised an eyebrow and said in a deep voice, “Derick, help him up.
Milo seemed surprised that Randall would be so condescending, needing his assistant to help a little kid up. It worried him if Randall depended on others entirely and did not know how to live independently.
Seeing Derick coming towards him, Milo quickly panicked and shouted, “Ah, I see the future! This man absolutely cannot touch me at this moment. If he does, he might lose a hand or a foot and, worse, end up paralyzed or dead.”
Derick’s hand froze in mid–air upon hearing Milo’s words. He looked at Milo with fear as if he were facing a devil.
Despite speaking harshly and acting like a little bully when interacting with Derick, Milo’s demeanor suddenly changed when he turned to address Randall. His voice became remarkably gentle, and his expression turned into one of endearment, resembling an adorable little puppy that was just too cute to resist. “Mister, believe me, helping me up will definitely benefit you, I can see the future, and 1 foresee that once you help me up, your life will be filled with good fortune, and wealth will come pouring in endlessly. You’ll have an abundance of money throughout your entire life. So, please, lend me your hand, trust me, and you won’t be disappointed.”
Milo blinked his starry eyes at Randall. Although Randall was very fond of his daughter, he did not have much affection for other kids. However, for some unknown reason, he could not shake the feeling that Milo looked somewhat familiar to him. Thus, he reached out and pulled Milo up..
With excitement, Milo grabbed Randall’s hand, quickly scanning his palm lines. As the scan finished, he tightly held onto Randall’s hand and exclaimed with great excitement. “Daddy!”
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