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Chapter 31

Chapter 31

The party had been in the works for days, but neither Stanley for Quiniya had really paid any attention to in

Quintyn was completely in the dark, having no clue what was going on

Stanley, on the other hand, didn’t believe a word his parents said. Originally, he had planned to be Quinlyn’s personal bodyguard for the event–making sure no one tried anything funny.

But that plan was starting to fade.

The next morning. Stanley dragged Quinlyn out of the house early.

As they walked through the living room. Stanley saw Harriet and Tina doing yoga by the large floor–to–ceiling windows. He grabbed a piece of bread, stuffed it into his mouth, and snatched two bottles of milk. “Mom, I’m heading out,” he said over his shoulder.

Before Tina could even respond, Stanley was already out the door.

Harriet wanted to follow him, but she was too slow. She turned around and stamped her foot in frustration.

“Mom, look at Stanley. He’s taking Quinlyn out again. They’re always together at home, and here he goes again. The party’s about to start, and I bet he’s planning to buy something for her, she complained.

Tina, her eyes still closed as she stretched, barely seemed to care. “Don’t worry about it. They won’t cause any trouble. It’s

fine.”

Harriet wasn’t convinced. But when she saw the calm, confident look on Tina’s face, she sat down to do yoga again

She had been practicing playing the piano for days, trying to perfect her skills for the party.

She wasn’t about to let anything mess that up.

Meanwhile, Stanley, who was out of the door, handed Quinlyn two bottles of milk in a good mood. He gently patted her on the head as if she were some rare animal at the zoo.

“Drink up,” he muttered softly. “So you can grow tall and strong. Your brain will grow too, and then you’ll be unstoppable.”

Despite his bizarre ramblings, Quinlyn finished two whole bottles of milk. She was still hungry, her stomach growling for

more.

the car and bought her a pancake from

vendor handed him the bag with the warm pancake, he took out his phone to pay. But then, a

been frozen. Payment

he thought,

quickly switched to his banking app. Surprisingly, he saw that

been disabled.

take much to figure out

he dialed Maurice’s office, A secretary picked up, saying

Tue, 18

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father did this on

card had been frozen. But after all these years, even though Maurice was all about money, he’d

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today’s stunt

out. He couldn’t help but feel that his parents were being petty. It was

earned from coding was locked up. And

his teeth, he shot a message to his friends in the chat group. I’m broke.

still early, and his rich friends, who were used

sun must be rising from the west today. Which street are you

at the pancake place on Great East Street. If you can make it, hurry

scroll through his phone, just

from a rich family- couldn’t even buy a pancake for

was dressed, it was obvious he wasn’t

engines blasted down the street. A dozen luxury

we re here!” one of his friends shouted as he

you here,” another friend said,

of them poured out of the cars, rushing over. Some of them didn’t waste any time and headed straight to the counter to pay for the pancake.

you guys? You never care

was starting to get

shrugged casually, saying, “Honestly, we’re just curious about

you getting all protective over her. Your dad even threw a

he shook his head. “Perfect. You guys can be my personal ATM for the

they all cheered and shoved each other playfully, pushing Stanley into his car. Then the roar of the

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