Sir Ares, Goodnight

Baby Robbie looked visibly reluctant. He lifted his head and looked innocently at Daddy. "Daddy, I want to go home. To Exuberant City," he said softly.

Jay was not very happy when he looked at Baby Robbie's pleading eyes, though he kept his cool. "Baby Robbie, Great Grandpa, and your Great Uncles are personally here to bring you back home. Why don't you come with me to the Ares family estate for a few days?"

Baby Robbie was not too fond of the idea, though he did not want Great Grandpa to think that he was a rude little boy. He reluctantly nodded but continued to bargain with Daddy. "Two days at most, Daddy. After two days, I want to return to Exuberant City no matter what. Otherwise, Mommy will worry."

"Alright." Jay nodded and made the promise.

That was how Baby Robbie was brought into the car and transported back to Tourmaline Estate.

Tourmaline Estate occupied an area of several thousand acres. The buildings were built with natural stone. They looked hefty and extravagant, and the European style stonework was nothing but exceptional. The interior furnishings were opulent as though it was a palace. Within the estate were an airstrip, swimming pools, a stadium, and even a private school. Its infrastructure was one of the best i n the world.

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of the symmetry and geometrical precision of the French Le Notre style. The plants in his garden were meticulously pruned and carried a solemn and dignified mood. Among the Grand Old Master's sons, the eldest son's garden was decorated in a classic Chinese style. There were many narrow and winding paths amid the bamboo groves, adorned on both sides by ornamental rock and bonsai plants, which led to different corners of

gardens were vast lawns dotted with trees pruned into various shapes. They were

and archways painted the landscape with

were tightly furrowed because he was worried about Baby Robbie's resistance

walked over, carried Baby Robbie, and tried to distract him from worrying. "Baby Robbie, let your Aunt

of Mommy and Zetty,

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by Roman pillars made of white marble at each corner. On top of their heads was a Chinese style chandelier, and stars