Whose Child Was It?

Marvel Earth, Hawaii.

In an amusement park somewhere, inside a medium-sized bar, a middle-aged man and woman were opening up, preparing for business.

The bar had a nice atmosphere. It was not a nighttime bar; it opened at ten in the morning and closed at three in the afternoon. It was neither the biggest nor the most popular place around, but no one dared to mess with it.

That was because a mysterious force protected them, both openly and in secret.

The staff were wiping down the tables and chairs, while the middle-aged man cleaned the liquor cabinet, which held countless bottles of alcohol.

A courier in a yellow uniform ran inside. "Excuse me, is Mr. Dane here?"

Naturally, the courier knew this place well and did not dare stir up trouble carelessly.

The man wiping the liquor cabinet stopped and turned around. "That's me. You are...?"

"Oh, Mr. Dane, we're from Vanessa Insurance Company. Please sign for this package." With that, the courier turned and walked back outside.

A package?

Dane froze for a moment, then followed him outside.

Of course, he had heard of Vanessa Insurance Company. It was backed by an incredibly formidable woman. Under Vanessa Group were subsidiaries such as Vanessa Pictures, Vanessa Media, Vanessa Logistics, insurance, security, and more.

Vanessa Insurance Company was naturally one of those subsidiaries.

Vanessa Insurance Company was even more professional than Swiss Bank. It did not accept anything that was not valuable. He did not remember ever placing any valuables in its care.

Moreover, no one he knew could afford that kind of service.

How strange.

"Did you get the wrong person?" Dane finally asked.

"Hehe, Mr. Dane, please don't joke around. Trust in our professionalism." As he spoke, the courier opened the rear compartment.

The vehicle was no ordinary