Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jay arrived at the entrance of Jenson's private fortress. When the servant saw Sir Ares, they cowered and did not even dare to breathe too loudly, as though he was a tyrant that would send them to the chopping block on a whim.

There was another reason why the servants were so afraid of Jay. Young Master Jenson was like a toggle for Jay's temper. Sir Ares would usually be a walking dormant volcano, but if something happened to Young Master Jenson, the dormant volcano would erupt violently.

The two young masters were fighting intensely, and the sounds of glass and porcelain shattering were heard from within. If either Young Master was injured in any way, then Sir Ares would erupt, and doomsday would arrive for the servants.

Jay with a darkened and ruthless expression, lifted a hand to knock on the door. Then, an earth-shattering boom was heard, followed by Jenson's frantic screams. "Ah...."

Jay's worry was at its limit. He slammed on the door again and shouted, "Robbie, Jenson, open the door!"

Very soon, the two children opened the door.

inspected the two children's

he shifted his gaze toward the fortress. He was speechless when he

Daddy, what were you doing

Tourmaline Estate. He did not scold or discipline his son but instead hugged him gently. S~ᴇaʀᴄh

that was why he accidentally broke many expensive porcelain antiques. He was feeling very guilty, standing in front of Jay with his head lowered. He heard the servants whispering to

Robbie was shocked when he

you two fight?"

a demon in the business world. He was a natural-born leader and was not afraid of anything. However, the only thing he feared was upsetting the harmony among his family members. The Ares family brothers created a facade of being friendly and cooperative, but in private, they fought among each other. The families had gone at each other's throats, even causing grievous harm to one

feared that his children would continue the

in his father's gaze. He was already anxious because he had done something wrong, but now his anxiety had reached its limit. He was afraid that his Daddy might think that he was a naughty boy because he had broken so many

eyes. "Which one of you struck first?" His tone of voice became thin