Chapter 57
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Marcel hurriedly approached the car to open the door for William. Just before getting into the car himself, he first directed the car carrying Andrew and Erica to drive off.

"Bye, Marcel!" Erica's cheerful and joyful greeting could be seen through the open car window. Beside her, Andrew waved his hand.

Marcel's wide smile quickly vanished as he entered the car and sat next to William.

"I have never made a wrong choice in asking you to be my assistant. You are capable of carrying out what I want perfectly, leaving almost no room for error in everything you do, Marcel."

"I am flattered, Sir."

"Well, give me the information you have gathered. I'm sure you and Andrew must have talked about something during the journey. Don't tell me he didn't say anything. I don't want to retract my praises."

Marcel smiled, turning his body towards William and said, "He shared his concerns. He said he dreamed of a child who claimed to be your son and disturbed him."

"Really?" William chuckled. "Why does i
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