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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.

intersection, Stanley got out of the car and

pancake, he took out his phone to pay. But

card has been frozen. Payment cannot be processed.]

this?” he thought,

second and then quickly switched to his

been disabled.

Maurice, so it didn’t take much

Without wasting a second, he dialed

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his father did this on

past few days that he hadn’t even noticed his card had been frozen. But after all these years, even though Maurice was all about money, he’d always been generous when

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had a strong feeling today’s

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

his cands were useless. Even the money held earned from coding was locked up. And when he checked

a message to his friends in the chat group. I’m broke. Who’s

still early, and his rich friends, who were used

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

joking. I’m at the pancake place on Great East Street. If you can make it, hurry up. My sister’s still

through his phone, just standing there and waiting.

him–someone who was supposed to have everything together from a rich

out on the bill. But from the way he was dressed, it was obvious

back, the roar of engines blasted down the street. A dozen luxury sports cars rolled up, one after the other, and parked right by the curb with a

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

here,” another friend said, grinning widely.

cars, rushing over. Some of them didn’t waste any

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

starting to get suspicious

“Honestly, we’re just curious about your sister. We wanna meet her

protective over her.

rolled his eyes, annoyed by their gossip. With a sly grin, he shook his

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

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