Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler

Chapter 165 Cedrick and Edwin returned to Mason Estate, and the servants rose to greet them as they arrived. “Master Cedrick, Mister Atherton.”

Edwin winked at the head of the servants, to which she blushed and felt her heart soar at the gesture. All the maids were delighted to see them.

Both men then made their way to the swimming pool, where Miles was already waiting with a dark-colored towel wrapped around him. He was ready to win the challenge.

“Master Cedrick, you’ve returned,” greeted Albert as he came forward, his lips wearing a light smile. Cedrick looked at Miles doubtfully, not believing the boy could win the bet. “Did he really learn how to swim?” Over the past year, Cedrick had tried numerous ways to get Ollie to learn swimming but to no avail. Miles dashed forward excitedly. “Don’t underestimate me, Big Demon. I’m very good at swimming!” Cedrick snickered. “If you can come out there without cramps, it’ll be impressive enough.” Miles’ cheeks inflated at this. His tiny hands tugged his towel away from his form and dumped it at the side, exposing his small frame. He put his hands on his waist and wiggled his waist and behind cheekily, seemingly warming up before the swim.

It was Edwin’s first time seeing an adorable side of Ollie, and his lips curved upward. “He seems to be well-prepared, Ced. What’s the bet again?”

was a blank check bet,” explained Albert. “As long as Young Master Ollie

wants Catelyn to be

he knows a lot of fancy tricks,

a strategic spot to settle in-under the umbrella. He laid on the lounging chair lazily and held a bowl of grapes in his chest, leisurely enjoying himself. “Uncle Edwin will be the referee to your bet with Ced, alright? Do your best; I have faith

heard this nickname. “If you

was merely good at treating people based on how he was treated. He had a

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Young Master.” Miles put on his goggles, raised his hands above his head, and leaped into the water crisply, causing the water to splash upward. Miles’ little head floated in the water, his tiny body agile as he interchanged between backstrokes and breaststrokes, occasionally slapping his hand on the water surface. He was a natural. “Good job, Young Master Ollie!” Albert burst into cheers as he watched Miles through the camera. He could probably make it to the first three if he participated in any swimming competition. Miles swung his head back proudly. “That was nothing. I