Triplets on Secret Mission
Chapter 1190

Chapter 1190

Chapter 1190

Chapter 1190

"I'm in good health!"

Mr. Ballard urged her, "Are you going to learn from me or not? I'm not in high spirits all the time. WhenI'm lazy, I'll teach no one."

Molly felt strange about his initiative.

It drove her to stare at the old man.

Her gaze perturbed him.

This girl appeared to be easy to fool. Only it was not true.

"What are you looking at me for? Is the ancient medicine prescription on my face?" he asked withfeigned composure.

"Not really."

Molly smiled, "A saying just came to me. One who is unaccountably solicitous is hiding evil intentions,and you're acting strangely tonight."

"Girl, you're oversensitive. I'm kind enough to impart my knowledge, but you're suspicious of myintentions. In that case, just forget it."

Pretending to be angry, Mr. Ballard turned to leave.

Molly hurriedly stopped him and explained, "Just kidding. Take it easy, old man."

She sat him back and continued, "I want to learn it. Take a seat, and I'll pour you a glass of water. Thenwe'll start, alright?"

Mr. Ballard freaked out.

She would have to get the water from the hall on the first floor. The truth that Sean was not home wouldbe exposed.

"It's alright. I'm not thirsty. You don't have to trouble yourself with that."

Mr. Ballard blurted out.

His reaction surprised Molly.

"What are you so anxious about?"

She measured him with doubtful eyes.

In retrospect, she found that the old man had been acting strangely tonight.

"Is there anything you're hiding from me?" she asked with a frown.

Mr. Ballard's heart skipped a beat.

'This girl is perceptive!'

"No, what could I be hiding from you? I've been under your nose all day," he replied with feignedcomposure.

Molly took his words with a pinch of salt and squinted at him.

Mr. Ballard's heart thumped like a drum. This wasn't good. Just as he was about to say somethingmore to remedy the situation, Molly suddenly looked outside.

At this time of the night, Sean usually would come and urge her to rest.

But he hadn't shown up tonight.

According to him, he had a meeting to attend.

'But isn't the meeting a bit too long?'

Molly smelled a rat and prepared to go.

Mr. Ballard hurriedly stopped her. "Hey, where are you going? N

Molly looked at him seriously, saying, "Sean has been in the study for a while, and I'm going to checkon him. When he gets busy, he often loses track of time."

"Don't worry about him. He's a grown-up. I think he hasn't finished his work. Maybe he'll come downafter a while."

Mr. Ballard added subconsciously in a hurry, "Come on! I'm staying up to teach you, but you want toleave."

Molly's face clouded over.

Her intuition told her that they were keeping something from her.

She disregarded Mr. Ballard's condition, quickly pulled her hand out, and rushed upstairs withoutanother word.

"Oh-oh, the cat is out of the bag."

He hurriedly gave chase.

Molly came out of the underground research room and ran all the way to the study on the second floor.

She opened the door but saw no one inside.