Billionaire Daddy, GO, GO, GO!

Chapter 49 What Is Despair?

Benjamin curled his lips and sneered, "Since you had provoked people who you cannot afford to

offend, I have to make you understand what despair is."

He copied their bank accounts on the website, and then his fingers moved quickly on the keyboard.

It was too fast to catch!

The screen was full of unintelligible information and codes.

Within five minutes, Benjamin lifted his head slightly, and his hand quickly stopped at the Enter key.

A dazzling and brilliant expression flashed in his big eyes, and his fingers knocked on the Enter key

without hesitation.

After pressing the Enter key, the code and information on the screen disappeared instantly, leaving only

a progress bar.

The progress bar kept moving forward, gradually increasing from 10%...

One hundred percent...

When the progress bar reached 100%, a few simple words appeared on the screen.

UPLOAD COMPLETED.

Benjamin lowered his head and then looked back at the clock behind him.

He switched off the laptop unhurriedly and folded his little arms on his breast.

He could only make them languish by this way! After all, there was no monitoring in the bathroom, so

he could not find any direct evidence that those women framed his mother.

If he got the evidence, he would immediately send it to Matthew, president of Crawford Group.

But no!

So he could only punish these women in his own ways!

He hoped that after this punishment, they could be more careful, and would not make trouble!

The bathroom door gradually opened, and Patricia felt rested and refreshed after the bath.

"Baby, I'm done. Go and have a bath."

Benjamin jumped off the dining table, carefully carrying a cup of hot medicine to Patricia.

"Mommy, take some medicine and then go to bed early. Don't have to worry about me. I’ll take care of NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

myself."

Patricia looked at the hot medicine at hand, and said feelingly, "Babe..."

Benjamin reached out and touched Patricia's head when she was squatting beside him, "Don't be

afraid, mommy. This medicine is not bitter. Go to bed after taking it."

Patricia nodded slightly. She never thought that her child would be as clever as an adult.

She tossed off the medicine in her hand.

Benjamin took the cup and put it on the dining table, and then he took Patricia’s hand and went to the

room.

"Mommy, good night."

After Benjamin had supported Patricia to lie down in bed, she could not help but say, "No, baby. I’ll wait

for you!"

Benjamin stretched out his little hand and touched Patricia's forehead. His face was full of seriousness,

"Mommy, you have a low fever. You’ve taken a bath and medicine, so go to bed early. You’ll be fine

tomorrow, Mommy. Don't worry about me. I'm OK."

He sat by the bed, patting Patricia's arm, and did not forget to pull the quilt for her from time to time.

Patricia felt very warm and was moved to shed tears.

She never regretted giving birth to her child while risking her life. He was such a sensible child!

Maybe because of the efficacy of cold medicine, Patricia only felt sleepy. With her eyelids gradually

hanging down, she fell asleep.

Hearing the sound of her calm breathing, Benjamin pulled the quilt for her again and went out of the

room quietly.

He switched on the laptop again and concentrated on numerous pop-up windows. But he did not shut

down the computer after completing three transactions quickly.

His eyes flashed with cold light and gradually narrowed, and he smiled sarcastically.

Among plenty of pop-up windows to buy his programs, there was a message sent by Wesley Coleman,

president of the Coleman Group.

According to the message, in addition to buying programs, he wanted to cooperate with Benjamin.

Benjamin picked up the cup and gently took a sip of water. He then shook his head with a smile. Now

the Coleman Group had a lot of trouble to deal with, why did he want to cooperate at this moment?

Without hesitation, Benjamin directly deleted the messages from Coleman Group.

He walked down from the table, carrying an empty cup to take in water, only to see the bag that Patricia

put aside at will.

The bag was not well zippered, and there was some paper inside.

Benjamin went to the bag wonderingly and then opened it.

He gently took out the unfinished paintings of Patricia in the bag with his little hands.

"Is this mommy's painting?"

Benjamin gradually noticed several prominent fonts in the lower right corner - youth, future, and hope.

It was the theme of the painting, wasn’t it?

But...It was just a semi-finished product!

Suddenly, Benjamin narrowed his eyes.

When he just invaded the internet system of Coleman Group, he had seen it. It was...

It was the painting theme competition held by Coleman Group!

And tomorrow afternoon was the submission deadline for finished products!

And when he just invaded the personnel department system, he saw that...

Mommy had signed up!

Now that she had signed up, she could not submit a semi-finished product, could she?

Benjamin could not help looking back at the room and finally turned to copy the semi-finished drawing

on his laptop.

He clicked on the drawing page with the mouse. Although he operated slowly, he did it well.

Maybe because Patricia often painted when she was pregnant and did a good job of prenatal

education. From the moment Benjamin was born, the most things he saw were paintings.

Therefore, he was not a layman to paintings, and it was not difficult for him.

For a genius with an IQ of 220! It was just a handy thing!

His little hand propped up on his chin, and he said tonelessly, "Youth, future, hope?"

Benjamin drank some water in the cup and came up with a good idea.

He quickly put the cup down, with his face full of happiness.

He put two little hands gently on the table. "Youth, future, hope! It means children, right?”

Children were youthful. They were the future and hope of a country!

Benjamin suddenly had inspiration, so he drew quickly and modified the picture in front of the laptop for

several hours. He finished and stretched himself when it was dawn gradually.

Looking at the perfect painting, Benjamin nodded satisfactorily.

That was more like it. The painting was perfect!

Benjamin saved the painting on his mobile phone, and then he quickly clicked on the telephone contact

and dialed a number.

"Hey, Aunt Caroline, do me a favor."