Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler

The company fell into mayhem as everyone fought over the chance to design the mansion for the Mason family’s young master. 

The Mason family was the head of the top four families in Sapphire City, and as the young master’s four-year-old birthday approached, many of his relatives sent him gifts. Some gave him cruise ships, some put companies under his names, and others offered stock or funds as gifts. 

Naturally, there were a few who bought him grand mansions. 

The order that BrightGene Group received this time was to design the interior of the young master’s mansion. 

“Enough!” Anne, the manager of the design department, slammed her palm onto her desk. “What’s the point of all this arguing? Look at Catelyn doing her job: designing whatever she has been assigned to and never fighting over anything! Does fighting make this more interesting to you people?” 

Everyone quieted down, and Catelyn felt speechless, so she was merely spacing out. 

It was the day her son started going to kindergarten, and she was worried that he might not be able to handle it. 

“Don’t think that this is an easy task,” Anne continued. “The young master of the Mason family has never shown his face before in public, so who knows what he likes? If he doesn’t like the design, there might even be a chance that he destroys your career path altogether out of rage!” 

“…” 

taking the opportunity meant that they would

list to the client. Anyone who wishes

crowd that was arguing earlier scattered, leaving behind only a few designers who were confident with

Catelyn sitting still, she added, “Catelyn, why don’t you try

was slightly hesitant. “I have quite a lot of things to deal with at home lately, so I’m afraid I might drag

so you’ll just be in the team for the headcount.” Anne moved her hand and added Catelyn’s name to the list as

because she had never been assigned any great task throughout her

phone on the desk started ringing.

thinking something must have happened to her son, hurried over to Anne to ask for the day off, before rushing toward Golden Sun Kindergarten, where she found out that her son, Miles Clark

Catelyn was about to call the police

an innocent, cool voice came from the café located across from Golden Sun Kindergarten.

shoes, Miles’s delicate features were enhanced by his short hair, and his dark eyes were glittering as he appeared with

waving at Catelyn excitedly, and when she finally spotted her son,

lecturing him with resignation, “This is your first day at school. Didn’t I tell you to listen to the teacher? Do you know how worried we are

“You can’t say that. You promised to send me off to school, but in

“I’m busy at work and went to the office at seven in the morning, but your school doesn’t start until

doe-eyed. “I already know all the stuff they teach in kindergarten, anyway. It’s like eating something, spitting it out, and eating it