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Chapter 243 Jordan Is Jealous The moment Jordan's private phone rang, Ivan felt as if he had a second chance in life.

Finally, it was happening.

Philip, who had been visibly anxious just moments before, now worn a serious expression as he cleared his throat and answered the call. "Hello, who is this?" The reporter was puzzled. Huh? Doesn't he recognize his granddaughter's number? Ivan thought, Wasn't Master eagerly waiting for this call for the past half hour? On the other end, Milly was equally puzzled. Didn't Jordan tell Grandpa who would be calling? Milly took a deep breath and braced herself. She said, "Grandpa, it's Milly. Today, a reporter from Avalon Network wanted to have an interview with us. Do you have stto answer a few questions?" Philip grinned from ear to ear, but he maintained his stern demeanor. He asked, "Oh, an interview? My schedule is quite busy, but since you're pleading, I might consider it. Just... hey, hey, you brat, don't snatch my phone!" Apollo had been sitting quietly in the back seat of the car. When he heard Milley's voice through the phone, he sprang forward and snatched it eagerly.

"Awooo. Awooo?" Having been an experiment subject before, Apollo had never been allowed to eat properly, let alone use modern electronic devices. He didn't recognize them.

When he heard Milly's voice, he assumed she was inside the phone. Desperately, he held the phone up, looking left and right, but couldn't see her. Frustrated, his eyes turned red. "Awooo, awooo, awooo...

On the other end, Milly realized it was Apollo who had taken the phone. She quickly tried to soothe him. "Apollo, is that you?" Milly's voice cfrom the box. Apollo believed that Milly was in there..

Apollo's eyes brightened at Milly's voice. He nodded his little furry head eagerly. His sweet voice rose a few pitches as he replied, “Awooo, awooo!" It was puzzling why he could hear his sister but not see her.

He shook the phone, trying to pour her out, but nothing happened. Why couldn't he get her out? Just as the little guy was about to throw a tantrum, Milly's voice cthrough again, as if she knew he was messing around. She hurriedly said, "Apollo, be good and give the phone back to Grandpa.

"Awooo, awooo, awooo..." Apollo was holding the phone with tearful eyes in grievance. His soft, childlike voice was filled with sadness. He didn't want to give it away; he wanted Milly Milly sighed and gently comforting him. She said, "Apollo, be good. After Grandpa finishes talking, you'll Chapter 243 Jordan Is Jealous Apollo couldn't understand the words, but he could keenly sense the emotions. His eyes welled up with tears as he looked at Philip. Once the old man finished the phone call, he would be able to see Milley.

The thought of being able to see Milley finally made him stop being clingy. Quickly, he stuffed the phone into Philip's hand, urging him with his childish voice. "Ah-woo, ah-wool" He meant. Hurry up and talk! Philip snorted in annoyance, with the phone back in his hand, he looked considerably happier, though his tone remained somewhat grumpy. He said, "Hello, where were we?" Trix twitched her lips and replied honestly, "You mentioned your schedule is quite busy." Philip cleared his throat. His voice now loud and authoritative, much like a leader giving a speech. He said, "Indeed, my schedule is very busy!" Trix raised an eyebrow. Does this old man have a busy schedule? "But Milly said you're an ordinary farmer...

Philip was choked by his words. He then recalled his earlier instruction not to reveal too much about the Burnetts.

Fortunately, Philip was someone who had seen many big moments. He quickly caught on and said, “Ahem, can't a farmer have personal plans? Don't I need to spray pesticides, catch bugs, and weed the fields? You youngsters these days don't understand the difficulties of being a farmer.” Trix was speechless.

"Alright, I'll continue talking. You just take notes and don't interrupt with irrelevant questions! I've decided. to participate in this interview to set a good example. I hope everyone can learn from my granddaughter. Don't let your mediocrity get you down. There are many mediocre people in this world; one more or less. doesn't make a difference. But there's only one person, like my granddaughter, who can top the nation's exams. Do you know when she topped the nation's exam?" The more Trix listened, the more it sounded like a motivational speech from a leader.

And...

Trix checked her watch. This old man had been talking for ten minutes straight without showing any signs of slowing down. Wasn't he thirsty? Milly sensed Trix's struggle to get a word in. She whispered, "Don't worry, just let him talk. You can edit out the unnecessary parts later. He won't know." Trix gave a thumbs up. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Milley was truly his granddaughter.

Five minutes later, Philip finally finished. Trix seized the opportunity and quickly pulled out her notes! She asked, "Grandpa, I'd like to ask, do you think your granddaughter's top scores are due to innate talent or hard work?"

Without hesitation, Philip replied, "It's definitely hereditary! After all, she has an exceptional grandfather. When I was young, I was also incredibly resourceful, graceful, astute, and wise." Chapter 243 Jordan Is Jealous Trix was momentarily speechless. She said, "Grandpa, you're quite humorous." In all her years as a reporter, she had never met someone so blatantly self-absorbed.

Philip, however, remained resolute. He asked, "Humorous? That's m because you, the younger generation, haven't faced any hardship. Back when we were fighting the enemies..." Trix froze and asked, "Fighting the enemies? Was this old man a soldier in his youth? Realizing the slip, Philip quickly corrected, "What's wrong? Can't an old man be a carpenter fighting with the nails on the cupboards?" Trix twitched her mouth.

Something seemed off, but she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.

Trix exhaled deeply upon the call's conclusion. What was supposed to be a twenty-minute interview had stretched into an hour and a half.

Well! It wasn't really a conversation; it was more of a lecture! A half-hour lecture.