The Billionaire's Kick Ass Wife

That clone was too pitiful.

Isabella did not know what to say.

Are the other two clones Number One and Number Two?' Isabella asked.

Number Five nodded. Yes.'

"You can't tell us who the headman is?" Isabella probed.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Number Five paused and kept silent.

Seeing that Number Five remained silent, Isabella stopped asking.

Isabella was a little tired. Her abdomen had been slightly protruding recently.

She looked tired. 'You're a clone of Draxton. You can stay here but can't walk around, or you'll be locked up.'

Number Five quickly nodded obediently.

Isabella went upstairs to rest, leaving Draxton and Number Five staring at each other in the living room.

Draxton was incensed with rage as he stared at Number Five in a very unfriendly manner.

At first, Number Five was still looking at him. Later on, he lowered his head bit by bit.

Draxton's face turned black like charcoal.

"Do Number One and Number Two look like you?" he asked with a shady expression.

Number Five was stunned. He did not know what kind of person he was but shook his head and said, "They are different from me. They..." Number Five suddenly kept silent, and his face became pale again. Draxton's eyes squinted. He suddenly noticed something unusual. He asked, "You can't tell me. It's not that you don't want to tell me.'

Number Five looked at him and did not say anything.

Draxton probed, "They put something on you. There are restrictions.'

Number Five continued to look at him. His eyes were glowing.

Draxton became serious. 'The other clones have the same restriction. You don't have freedom.'

Number Five neither nodded nor shook his head.

Draxton knew he admitted it, as he did not deny it.

He continued to guess. "It's something deadly. What would it be? Bug? Chip? Or something else."

Number Five looked at him with a burning gaze.

"The real purpose of them creating the clones is to deal with the Lockwood family and me?' Number Five did not say anything and continued to look at him.

Draxton did not ask any more questions. He turned around and went upstairs. Instead of returning to the bedroom, he went to the study room. Draxton could not delay it any longer. Draxton could not let the matter rest.

The next day, the three of them sat together for breakfast. The wounds on Number Five's face had already scabbed. He was indeed very obedient.

Isabella looked at him with a smile and praised, "You're indeed very obedient. Tell me, what's your mission since they have created you?"

Number Five thought seriously and explained, "To deal with you guys."

His answer was very straightforward.

Isabella immediately choked.

Number Five felt that Isabella was much easier to talk to than Draxton, so he asked, "Are you pregnant with a baby?"

Isabella was stunned and nodded. "Yes."

"Do you have any other babies?" Number Five asked again.

Isabella nodded again. "Yes, there are. They're a pair of twins." Speaking of the children, there was a brilliant smile on her face.

Number Five looked at her with a complicated expression.

Draxton said with a gloomy look, "You're so interested in our children. What do you want?"

"No, I don't want to do anything." Number Five quickly shook his head. He was just a little envious.

At that moment, the butler walked in with a strange expression. He glanced at Number Five before speaking to Draxton and Isabella, "Patriarch, Patriarch's wife, there's someone outside... It's also your clone."

Isabella and Draxton were stunned at the same time.

Number Five's expression suddenly changed. The pupils in his dark blue eyes suddenly constricted, and his entire body tensed up.