Sir Ares, Goodnight

"Whether you're stealing money or women, I think you've come to the wrong place," Jenson said coldly.

Storm gulped. He was stumped by Jenson.

"I'm not stealing money and definitely not women." Storm could not help but reach out to pinch Jenson's little face.

Since the members of Ghost were young, they felt that the president was their closest relative, but the president always had a cool demeanor, so no one dared to come close to him. Thus, when he saw the two little runts who looked like the president, Storm could not control his desire to get close to them.

Furthermore, Jenson had his father's ice-cold attitude.

He turned away his cool face, so Storm pinched nothing but air.

Instead, Storm now turned his demon claws toward Baby Robbie. Baby Robbie let him have his way. Storm was elated, so he smiled all the way to the back of his ears. "Such a good boy. "Then what are you doing here?" Baby Robbie's world was pure and innocent. In his eyes, if a thief stole neither money nor women, then there was nothing else that he could steal. "What if I told you that I'm here to steal children? Are you willing to cooperate with me?" Storm asked gently.

"Are you taking us for fools?" Jenson felt insulted and snapped back at him.

Storm shrugged. He had a look of helplessness on his face. "Alright then, looks like both of you little runts are not going to listen to me. Then I'll use my ultimate ability." Storm removed from his shirt pocket a pendant tied to a red string. He held one end of the string and the pendant fell in front of Jenson and Baby Robbie's eyes.

"I'll give you this pendant of mine. It's a family heirloom. Would that be alright?"

flashed across Jenson's eyes

pendant oscillated before the kids' eyes. Soon enough, Baby Robbie

Robbie had slept, so he also closed

"Sleep for a while. Big Brother's coming

Jenson promptly sat

gaze fell

he was shocked

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that moment, Jenson was dragging along a sleepy

bag in the bedside drawer, poured out the

had done the deed, both the kids quietly left

lifted them up and

"Put me down."

"Put me down."

the president's Rolls-Royce, got in the car, and

to look at the raging boys, smiling at them. "What were you doing instead of sleeping in the middle