With widened eyes, everyone asked in anticipation," Who?"

Grayson replied, "Our little young master whose wits could rival that of the president."

Storm immediately rejected the idea. "No way. I promised the president I would ensure the little young masters and the little young lady's safety. Letting Little Young Master Jenson help would risk having his location revealed. That would endanger the children."

Grayson patted Storm on the shoulder and reassured, saying, "You're worrying too much. Only those with a death wish would try to provoke the three little devils."

Eyeing Storm's hesitation, Grayson asked, "Unless you wish to see all of the president's hard work come to naught?"

Storm nodded grimly.

Imperial Capital, the Throne Properties.

On the best part of the land stood a villa where the Ghosts had built their home.

Bringing Grayson to the villa, Storm found Baby Robbie lying on the floor sunbathing as beanbags tied his feet together.

Lying in front of Robbie was Jenson, who had a book

'Business Management'

best life, asleep

sight of the lazy children. "Stop lazing around when I'm not here to watch you,

at Storm. "Why does Zetty get to spend each day eating and sleeping like a pig, while Jenson and I have

not help

that whoever's hand the three little devils landed

this colonial mindset? How could you still favor boys over girls? Males and females have equal rights. Baby

withholding knowledge from Zetty, but my hands are tied with this girl. She won't listen without a beating, and if I hit her,

Who taught her such a

me. She's just an eight-year-old girl, yet

her mother's traits. You should probably give up the thought of straightening her

the book off his face and sat

the age of eight, he had his first growth spurt. His faceful of chubby baby fat gave way

gaze

sadness crashed in his chest. He did

the computers. All we see every day are big burly men. Are you trying to turn us

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