"Dirk Carter?"
Upon hearing this name.
Draven Hayes murmured.
Obviously, this name was somewhat unfamiliar to him.
At that moment, he noticed a sudden flash in Dorothy Zechariah's eyes, and her body involuntarily shivered.
In that instant, he seemed to realize something.
He pushed away the woman in front of him.
Grabbed Dorothy Zechariah by the collar, smiling slightly, "This Dirk Carter, he's the father of the child, right?"
Dorothy Zechariah turned her head away.
She didn't say a word.
Though she said nothing, Draven Hayes guessed something.
With a forceful push, Dorothy Zechariah fell to the ground.
Draven Hayes stood up.
He put on the robe that was on the floor and said, "Afu, meet the guest."
...
In the villa's living room.
Dirk Carter had been sitting on the sofa for over ten minutes.
Arlo Yarbrough stood behind him, looking a bit impatient.
Suddenly.
There were footsteps on the stairs.
Following the sound, he looked over.
