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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.

next intersection, Stanley got out of the car and bought her a pancake from

handed him the bag with the warm pancake, he took out his phone

has been frozen. Payment

this?” he thought, confused.

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

been disabled.

it didn’t take much to figure out who had

Stanley muttered under his breath, standing there on the sidewalk. Without wasting a second, he dialed Maurice’s office, A secretary picked up, saying his father was in a meeting and couldn’t take the call

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that he hadn’t even noticed his card had been frozen. But after all these years, even

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had a strong feeling today’s

figure it out. He couldn’t help but feel that his parents were

his cands were useless. Even the money held earned from coding was locked up. And when he checked his pockets, he realized he didn’t even have enough

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

his rich friends, who were used to

of them replied with jokes (Stanley, you’re out of money! The sun must be

pancake place on Great East Street. If you can make

through his

have everything together from a rich family- couldn’t even

But from the way he was dressed, it was obvious he wasn’t some broke guy. So, she

in his back, the roar of engines blasted down the street. A dozen luxury sports cars rolled up, one after the other, and parked

of his friends shouted as he jumped out of his

to see you here,”

whole crew 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

the deal with you guys? You never care when I’m in trouble, but today, a pancake brings all of

starting to get suspicious

saying, “Honestly, we’re

time, when she was live–streaming, we saw you getting all protective

rolled his eyes, annoyed by their gossip. With a sly grin, he shook his head. “Perfect. You guys can be my

other playfully, pushing Stanley into his car. Then the