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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.

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

the bag with the warm pancake, he took out his phone to pay.

card has been frozen. Payment cannot

this?” he

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

been disabled.

was linked to Maurice, so it didn’t take much to figure out

with him?” 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

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his father did this on purpose

frozen. But after all

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a strong feeling today’s stunt

but feel

from coding was locked up. And when he checked his pockets, he realized he didn’t even have enough to buy

his friends in the chat group. I’m broke.

were used to the nightlife,

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

If you can make it, hurry up. My sister’s still waiting for breakfast.]

scroll through his

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 honestly

eyeing him, clearly worried he might try to skip out on the 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

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

we re here!” one of his friends shouted

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

didn’t waste any time

with you guys? You never care when

to

of them shrugged casually, saying, “Honestly, we’re just curious about your sister. We wanna meet her for

Last time, when she was live–streaming, we saw you getting all protective over her. Your dad even threw a huge party just to introduce her

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

each other playfully, pushing Stanley into his