Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy
Chapter 1929

Atmosphere inside the car was warm, and Monica had long since gotten used to the embrace of Stinson. Suddenly, a bell rang, breaking the silence. Monica reached into her handbag and took a look at her phone.

"It's Marshall." Monica was slightly surprised.

The man became tense as he looked at her phone.

Monica sat up straight from his embrace and answered the phone.

"Monica, have you been busy lately? Are you free to come out for dinner tonight? Bring Lacy along. I miss him a little." Marshall's voice sounded very gentle and sincere.

Monica glanced at the man beside her. When she received the displeasure in his eyes, she could only laugh dryly and say to her phone, "Marshall, I don't have time tonight. Could I treat you to dinner tomorrow afternoon?"

After two seconds of silence, he whispered, "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow."

When Monica hung up the phone, she heard a domineering male voice beside her ear, "You treat him to dinner alone tomorrow?"

Monica nodded, "Is there a problem? In broad daylight, pick a restaurant with many people."

"If I also treat women to dinner alone, how would you feel?" Stinson wasn't in a hurry to get angry, he just asked her back.

Monica was dumbfounded. This man was really bad, testing her.

"If you are just friends, it's normal for you to have dinner. I won't think nonsense." Monica replied guiltily.

"What if she loves me?" Stinson's thin lips were dyed with a smile.

Monica was flushed. She understood the man's hidden meaning.

"If you are free tomorrow afternoon, would you like to come over together?" Monica was quick-witted and immediately invited him.

"If I don't come, won't you treat him to dinner?" Stinson drilled his horns.

"Of course. I said I wouldtreathimjust now. I can't break the words." Monica replied seriously.

"Forget it.I can't be too strict, lest yousay that I won't give you freedom." Stinson really didn't want to see Marshall anymore, because once they met, he was afraid that they would start a fight. Although he was graceful, his bearing on love was still very small.

"Are you really not coming?" Monica secretly asked.

"No, you guys eat. If he confesses to you, you must reject him. If he just talks about his work, you can be considered friends at work. It's also a good thing." Stinson still decided to trust her. Shehad sent the child to his parents, so she didn't dare to act recklessly.

Monica pursed her lips and smiled. This man's angry appearance was actually quite cute.

"Don't worry. Since I choose to be with you, I will definitely reject all peach blossoms. If it was someone else, I would definitely reject to meet. But Marshall is special. I treat him as a relative." Monica sighed and explained.

Of course, Stinsonbelieved that she wasn't lying, but did Marshall only want to be her relative?

Stinson brought Monica to a music-themed restaurant. The moment she entered, it was filled with a kind of cool and explosive exotic flavor.

The lobby manager knew Stinson and quickly came forward to greet him, "Stinson. Please come in. Do you want a private room or a card seat?" "Take a seat. Pick a good seat." Stinson said politely.

Monica looked around in surprise. She followed the man to a card seat and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, he received a phone call. When he saw the call, he immediately became nervous.

"Monica, I'll take the call. You order." As Stinson spoke, he quickly walked out of the door. His two bodyguardsfollowed him closely.

Stinson stood in front of the guardrail, staring at the sea not far away, listening to the report from the opposite side.

"Someone injured us." The other side was still screaming miserably. Obviously, his injuries were not light.

"Who did it? Where's Creamy?" Stinson's expression changed drastically, and his voice was hurried.

"Young miss is fine. We just drove behindher. She went home. When we drove away, a man forced our car to stop and beat us up without a word." The other party miserably explained the process. "A personbeat the four of you? And you lost?" Stinson really didn't want to hear such a result.

." The other party was silent.

"Answer." Stinson frowned.

"Yes! One person injured us." An answer came from the other side.

Stinson gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know who he is?"

"I don't know. He didn't say a word. After he beat us up, he left." The four bodyguards were even more aggrieved.

"Alright, I'll give Creamya call. You go to the hospital to take a look." Stinson was anxious. After hanging up the phone, he quickly dialed Creamy.

"Hello, brother." The woman's clear and gentle voice sounded, carrying with it an aura of laziness.

"Do you meddle withanyone in society?" Stinson immediately asked her.

"No? What do you mean?" Creamy asked him with a strange expression.

"I sent you bodyguards to secretly protect yousecretly. They were beaten up. They're not people you know, are they?" Stinson asked worriedly.

"Brother, I already knew about the four of them. I pretended not to know. Who beat them up? Does it matter?" Creamy was immediately concerned.

"I don't know. I told them to go to the hospital. They won't die. I'll send more people over. Be careful of yourself. If there's nothing else there, come back early." Stinson was truly afraid that his sister would not be safe abroad alone.

"Don't worry.I still have two paintings to finish. I'll finish them first and then go back. You won't engaged so quickly anyway." Creamy nodded in agreement.

"If you encounter any danger, call the police in time. Don't let us worry." He was worried about her sister's persistence really. After all they came from a mother. Some of their personalities were really similar. "I'm fine. This place is very safe. Alright, let's not talk anymore. I have to eat dinner." After Creamy finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

Stinson frowned and returned to the restaurant. Monica was looking at him worriedly.

"Is something wrong?" Monica asked with concern when she saw his serious expression.

"The bodyguard I sent to protect my sister was beaten up." Stinson told her Georgely.

"Ah?" Monica was surprised, "Has your sister met a bad person?"

"I don't know. I have to let her return home early." Stinson still decided to bring his sister back.

"Last time you said that your sister likes drawing, and she must be a very gentle person." Monica said softly.

"She would bedefinitely gentle to you, but not to me." Stinson sighed. They had grown up along the way. Would there be fewer things that her younger sister teases him?

Hearing that, Monica covered her mouth and secretly smiled.

"What are you laughing at? As my elder brother, I've always spoilthem." Stinson blushed with laughter.

"You're a good brother. Would you be a good husband?" Monica blushed.