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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.

of the car and bought her a pancake

warm pancake, he took out his phone to

bank card has been frozen. Payment cannot be processed.]

this?” he thought, confused.

to his banking app.

been disabled.

so it didn’t take much to figure out who had

the sidewalk. Without wasting a second, he dialed Maurice’s office, A

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frozen. But after all these years, even though Maurice was

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strong feeling today’s stunt was about

long to figure it out. He couldn’t help but feel that his parents were being petty.

was locked up. And when he checked his pockets, he realized he didn’t even have

he shot a message to his friends in

was still early, and his rich friends, who were used to the nightlife, were probably

replied with jokes (Stanley, you’re out of money! The sun must be rising from the west today. Which street are

East Street. If you can make it, hurry up.

message, he pretended to scroll through his phone, just standing

couldn’t believe it. A guy like him–someone who was supposed to have everything together from a rich family- couldn’t even buy a pancake for his sister. It was

bill. But from the way he was dressed, it was obvious he wasn’t some broke guy. So, she just stared at him harder, waiting for him

Stanley felt like her gaze was going to burn a hole in his back, the roar of engines blasted down the street. A dozen luxury sports cars

re here!” one of his friends shouted as he

expect to see you here,” another friend said, grinning widely.

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

to get suspicious

nothing. One of them shrugged casually, saying, “Honestly, we’re just curious about your sister. We

you getting all protective over her. Your dad even threw a huge party just to introduce her to everyone. So, we

gossip. With a sly grin, he shook his head. “Perfect. You

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