American Gossip King

Chapter 338 Christmas Night

12 month 24 day.

Christmas Eve.

Ian did not return from China on Christmas Eve last year.

So Ian spent some time with his mother this year.

Mrs. Carl eventually moved to a new residence. Ian bought her a large house in Winston Hills, Los Angeles. The Bent family also moved, and the two families became next-door neighbors for easy access. They also arranged for a large number of bodyguards.

Nowadays, everyone around Ian except himself has bodyguards.

This made Mrs. Carl extremely unhappy... Do you really want someone to kidnap you?

Ian: Yes, I miss Cheung Tze-keung terribly!

Tonight, the Carl family and the Bent family are spending Christmas Eve together.

The housekeeper and servants busied themselves preparing food, while Mrs. Carl, Gaskell, and Lena played with little Adam.

Mrs. Carl was extremely excited when she saw little Adam.

Little Adam and Ian look very alike; the old lady knew he was her grandson the moment she saw him.

However, she wasn't an ignorant old woman who pretended not to know anything, but looked at her grandson with eyes full of doting affection.

Therefore, Ian deliberately held little Adam a little further away from her: "No, you can't take care of the child anymore, Mom. You'll spoil him."

Mrs. Carl was very displeased: "I raised you, have I spoiled you?"

Ian nodded seriously. "Yes. You spoiled me. During Father's toughest years, you raised me to be a complete jerk. Remember that night Charlie Mills came home? You said I took money from the newspaper. I told you I went to buy news, but you know that wasn't the truth. Actually, I went gambling. I lost all fifty thousand dollars and even owed ten thousand dollars in loan sharks! So, while you're a good mother, you're a bad one!"

Mrs. Carl was stunned and bewildered: "Oh my God, son, how could you do such a thing?"

Lena and Gaskell both chuckled to themselves.

Goodness, to prove that the old lady is not suitable for taking care of children, she even ruthlessly reopened her own wounds!

Ian said without batting an eye, "That's just the truth."

Mrs. Carl said, feeling wronged, "But you are fine now, my child."

But that's not your achievement.

Ian knew he couldn't say that, so he laughed and said, "You don't want little Adam to become a jerk like me in the future, do you? It's a miracle that someone can change, but we can't rely on miracles."

Mrs. Carl muttered, "Anyway, he doesn't live with me. How long can I take care of him? Come here, child. Your father... your uncle is always afraid that you will go astray, but he doesn't know that he is the biggest bastard of all."

Ian nodded: "That's true!"

Mrs. Carl then said sternly, "But Ian, I'm warning you. I don't care whether you get married or not, you must give me a grandson next year, a grandson with the Carl name!"

Ian was somewhat speechless: "Maybe it's her granddaughter? I'm not so sure."

"Then have more children. Don't think I don't know how many women outside want to have your children. But you have to choose a good girl, a good girl like Lena!" Mrs. Karl rambled on.

As she spoke, she took the child and went to play on the side.

Ian glanced at Gaskell and smiled. "At least we all agree that Lena is a good girl!"

Gaskell chuckled silently.

He had his left arm around Ian's shoulder and his right arm around his wife, Lena.

At this moment, Gasker seemed like the leading man in life, with women on his left and right.

They sat together on the balcony, watching the setting sun.

Snowflakes were still falling from the sky, gently scattering down and turning the entire mountain village into a silver-clad landscape.

Gaskell murmured, "Whom do you plan to have a child with?"

Ian chuckled softly, puffing on his cigar, "Judging from your tone, you have some suggestions?"

"How is Catherine?" Gaskell asked.

"Her?" Ian asked in surprise.

Gaskell nodded seriously: "She'll be the Los Angeles Police Chief next year, and with your help, she can rise through the ranks. Her father, Jon Brown, is already the Deputy Director of the FBI, and if George W. Bush wins his re-election next year, he'll become the FBI Director. If you'd like, you could even make him a senator and have him run for president someday."

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08 should have been the year Obama took office, but Ian knew too well about his rise to power, which was nothing more than the buff of his Black identity and his prediction of the economic crisis.

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The former can compensate with its own media, while the latter can be replicated by Jon Brown.

The only problem is that Jon Brown doesn't have enough political experience, so it won't be easy for him to get to this point in four years.

He needs to first become a bureau chief, then a legislator, to accumulate enough experience. That will take not four years, but eight or even twelve years.

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Then he looked at Gaskell with a puzzled expression: "So I'm going to have a baby with Catherine next year?"

Lena, unusually, wasn't jealous.

She said gently, "It doesn't have to be just her, but you have to leave one person at home."

Ian muttered, "Then it won't be convenient for me to be a womanizer."

Lena pinched him angrily: "I knew you didn't want children because of the girls."

Ian laughed and dodged, saying, "I can buy another house, right here."

They chatted and laughed as they sat together watching the sunset and discussing their future plans.

The joyful laughter of children drifted from afar; in the snowflakes, there was the passing of time and the endless pursuit of ambitious aspirations.

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