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Evan is a hidden rich man.
The three-story,200-square-meter villa he's living in now was bought by him outright three years ago.That small white motorcycle I first saw him riding didn't look conspicuous,but it was worth as much as a Maserati.
Moreover,he really bought a private jet,the kind that can lower a ladder!
"Where did you get all this money?"
I flipped through the property deeds scattered all over the floor and twitched the corners of my mouth.
"Investment and stocks."
He was playing a game on the TV and answered casually.
No wonder he had the time to kidnap someone.He was just bored.
I sat down next to him and asked,
"Do your adoptive parents know how rich you are?Are they even richer than you?Can they buy the White House?"
He put down the game controller,bent his long legs,hooked his arm around my waist,and carefully pulled me into his arms.
"You've gained weight again."He pretended to frown and smile,and I gave him a light punch.
"Of course they know,but they found out even later than you did."
I was confused and listened to him explain slowly.
Evan's adoptive parents never knew what he was doing and didn't care to know either.They immigrated early and left him behind.He just figured things out on his own and surprisingly found that he had a talent for investment.
He may seem timid,but in fact,he's very cautious.Once he decides on something,he will do it without hesitation.He quickly saved a lot of money.Coincidentally,someone around him was into stock trading,so he joined in just for fun and actually earned more than all the people around him combined.
He didn't dare to tell his adoptive parents about this.Over the years,he had already figured out their temperaments.If they knew there was such a wealthy person in the family,they would definitely fawn over him obsequiously.
Evan hated it when people were insincere to him.He would rather be alone than have a superficial family relationship.
Sure enough,as he expected,as soon as he signed the contract with the lawyer and no longer hid his wealth and identity,his adoptive parents regretted it deeply.They called him a dozen times a day from overseas to show their concern.It was said that they would come to"visit"him next month.
He gently brushed the hair from my forehead and looked at me in his arms with great affection.
"Honey,let's move.This place is too small.It can't accommodate the three of us."
He touched my round belly and bent down to kiss it.
I smiled and held his face in my hands.
"Okay."
My Little Fox finally has a home.
