Sir Ares, Goodnight

The look in Jay's eyes darkened. "So it was hiding right under my nose."

"Mr. President, it looks like that person understands you well," said Storm.

Jay replied, "Which is why he could play tricks right under my nose."

His voice was light, but his tone was as if it came straight out of hell. He sounded like he wanted to choke the breath out of his victim.

Storm clenched his fist, roaring, "Mr. President, I'll go and catch those scaredy-cats out of their hidey-hole!"

Jay became calm. "Go to Sycamore Annex. The kids are staying there with their grandparents. Bring them away from here tonight."

"Mr. President?" Storm was unwilling to leave the president at this moment when he needed someone by his side.

"Be good."

"Yes." Storm hung his head and left Fragrant Vessel Court reluctantly.

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his mind beforehand,

the kid-sized bed under the dinosaur-patterned blanket was

frowned. Why was this kid sleeping with his head

the covers, he realized

and immediately retreated

that moment, a weak

the study table, holding a small medicine bag in his hand. He was deep in

after, the doors to the

in. "Old

it, anyone would know

this and put it in tomorrow's breakfast. You've failed twice. You can't afford any more failures." "Old Master

Sera Severe, think of a way to get him to love you. If you succeed, he'll be

Old Master Jack.

curved on Jack's

"Go then."

study extinguished. Sera and Jack walked out of the study