My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

When I finished speaking, a tiny hand suddenly grabbed my pinkie. I looked down and met Wynn's black grape-like eyes.

"No need to wait. I'm the one who invited you."

"You invited me?" There was no way I was going to believe this.

The person who invited me had bribed the servant of the Granger family, arranged a car to pick me up and chose to meet at night to avoid Irvin. How could a five-, six-year old kid perform such punctilious arrangements?

Wynn nodded his little head innocently. "Nine o'clock tonight. Golden Roof Restaurant 608', I wrote that."

Hearing what he said, I had to believe it.

His handwriting was impressive, considering his age. With that being said, it was not too strange if his upbringing and family background was taken into consideration. However, I was very curious about how he was able to get so many people to get this done for him.

I turned around, squatted down, grabbed his arms and employed a more sober tone, "Children can't lie. Tell me, do you know the person who invited me?" "Don't you believe me?" Wynn replied calmly, turning and walking to the dining table to pick up the gadget lying on it. After that, he sat down and did something with it. I could tell how focused he was from his expression. If I had not seen it with my very own eyes, I would not have visualized such a mature expression on this little kid's face.

seriousness, I stealthily approached him

the palm-sized screen, countless computer codes rolled along, and Wynn was operating it with

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as daddy. Then, I sent text messages to the chauffeur and Mr. Clark's subordinates respectively to tell them about our meeting, asking them to bring

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the fact that he was adept at using the programming

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