The President’s Five Children

Saying yes, Yembi began to search all over the house for the invitation.

After rummaging around, he finally found a corner in the pile of papers on the table.

Yembi’s eyes glowed as she quickly stepped forward and tried to whip that invitation away and hide it.

“What are you doing?” At that moment, Bruno’s voice suddenly came from behind.

Yembi turned around sharply in fear, but her hand was still pressed on top of that invitation.

“Not doing anything, I just saw that your stuff is quite messy and I’m going to help you clean it up.” Yembi said.

At those words, Bruno immediately took a big step forward, “Don’t touch my stuff, I’ll clean it up myself.”

Saying that, he really started to pack, and hid all those things in the drawer.

Obviously in defense of her!

Yembi’s heart thumped, secretly screaming bad.

It couldn’t be that her purpose of coming to look for the invitation was too obvious and had already been seen by Bruno, right?

“That …,” Yembi spoke tentatively, “Is there anything you want to ask me about tomorrow’s press conference?”

Bruno asked back, “Is there anything I should ask you?”

“No,” Yembi denied, “It’s just that I was wondering why you didn’t ask me why I was so resistant to Professor Park.”

Hearing this, Bruno’s expression turns serious and tells Yembi, “There’s nothing to ask, whatever is entangled between you and Professor Park will all come out tomorrow.”

It’s just for this one night, just be patient.

Yembi couldn’t help but slander in her heart that there was absolutely no way she would ever tell what was going on between herself and Professor Park.

Not even to go to the press conference tomorrow!

“Alright, it’s getting late, so get some rest.” Bruno said.

Yembi hmmm’d and milled off to her room.

Ducking into the restroom, he quietly took out the invitation he had hidden behind his back, and without saying a word, he just tore it up and threw it into the toilet, then flushed it away.

Okay, as long as tomorrow and the gang of doctors stagger the time to go to the press conference, so that it is impossible to receive a second invitation, naturally, will not be able to enter.

As she was thinking, there was a knock on the door of her room.

Yembi was startled and subconsciously closed the toilet lid first.

“Yembi, it’s me.” Cedron’s voice came from the door.

Yembi breathed a sigh of relief before stepping outside, “Mr. Navarro, it’s late, what do you want?”

“Yembi, the data you logged back today was strange, did you notice it?” Cedron asked with a stern face.

Yembi shook her head, her eyes blank.

Today in Mordecai’s hospital room, she’d been thinking about Mizuki and the taunting taunts of the doctors, and then later receiving that invitation.

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As for what happened to the data, she didn’t have time to look at it.

Now that Cedron approached her, Yembi carefully looked through it.

And saw nothing.

“Mr. Navarro, what the hell is going on here?” Yembi asked, puzzled.

Cedron replied, “You can’t look at them one by one, you have to combine all the data, look at this EKG, isn’t it smooth?”

“Yes, it is indeed smooth.” Yembi nods.

Cedron took out the data graph of the brainwaves again, “Look at this one again, it’s very calm in the middle, the only thing that fluctuates is when you go in the morning and when you’re about to leave in the afternoon, and this fluctuation is gradually expanding!”

That is, Mordecai’s condition progressed differently all the time Yembi was away.

But when Yembi goes, that progression is suppressed.