Chapter 82 Black-clad bodyguards surround them
Several black-clad bodyguards formed a wall, blocking their way. However, Mr. Taylor hadn't answered yet when Brady walked out from the study connected to the living room. His voice was magnetic and deep as he said, "Miss DE Vere."
Violet's heart skipped a beat upon hearing him. She turned her head and saw the man who usually dressed modestly, now wearing a loose black bathrobe. The collar of the robe was slightly open, revealing his toned chest and well-defined collarbones. His short black hair was untouched, naturally falling on his forehead. Without his usual cold demeanor, this version of Brady was inexplicably captivating.
Violet instinctively averted her gaze, not wanting to look at his body. She pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Hall, we need to do the paternity test quickly. We have other things to attend to."
"My cousins are also worried," Brady glanced at her, his eyes filled with contemplation. He seemed not in a hurry to do the paternity test, but rather elegantly and lazily sat down on the couch. Mr. Taylor quickly flattered him by pouring a glass of warm water.
"Why didn't your cousins come?" Brady asked in a low voice, his eyes as sharp as ever.
"They are abroad, so Hellen has been taking care of the children," Violet calmly replied, ignoring his imposing presence on the other side.
Hellen immediately echoed her words, "Yes, my daughter is working abroad."
"Please, have a seat," Brady gestured for them to sit and talk.
But Violet had no intention to sit. The babies patience couldn't be compared to that of an adult's. They were still able to behave now, but who knew if they would complain about the wig being too hot in a moment?
"What's going on? To avoid any exposure, she straightforwardly said, 'Mr. Hall, if we need to do a paternity test, please expedite the process. We really have something important to attend to.'"
Brady was idle and asked, "What's the matter?"
Violet remained silent.
"They need to get vaccinated today for measles and mumps," she replied.
Upon hearing this, Brady didn't say much. Instead, his dark eyes shifted towards the two cute little ones hiding behind Violet and Hellen. One looked like him, and the other resembled Violet.
Truly, they looked like his blood.
The more Brady looked at them, the more they resembled him, but of course, they would have to wait for the paternity test results before discussing this further.
If they weren't his, he wouldn't force them onto others.
After observing for a while, Brady withdrew his gaze and raised his eyes to Mr. Taylor standing nearby. "You may collect the samples."
Mr. Taylor understood and took out a pair of clean gloves from his briefcase. He put them on, approached the two little darlings, and, with Violet's assistance, plucked a single hair strand from Henry's and Nicole's fake wigs.
Then, he placed the strands into transparent plastic bags.
"Mr. Hall, I'll take these to the testing center first." Mr. Taylor didn't dare linger, afraid that he might accidentally overhear something he shouldn't.
In order to avoid trouble, he quickly left with the bags in hand.
Brady had no objections; he waved his hand to signal Mr. Taylor's departure.
Mr. Taylor instantly sprang into action like an excited little rabbit, grabbed his briefcase, and hurriedly left.
Now that Mr. Taylor had left, only a few of them remained in this luxurious apartment.
Violet felt it was time to leave, so she said, "Mr. Hall, we can go now?"
"I prepared some snacks. The kids should like them." Brady seemed to rely on his intuition and genuinely believed that these two children were his blood.
Violet thought to herself, he actually wants to keep them?
"Until the paternity test results are out, we prefer to keep our distance." Violet declined without hesitation, "Mr. Hall, thank you for your warm hospitality, but we still need to go for our vaccinations." After finishing her statement, Violet grabbed Henry and Nicole's hands and turned with Hellen to head towards the door.
Without giving Brady, this bigshot, any face.
As Violet opened the door, Brady snapped his fingers. A few black-clad bodyguards promptly blocked their path, forming a human wall.
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