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

Management'

Zetty was living the best life, asleep on the hammock of

caught sight of the lazy children.

each day eating and sleeping like a pig, while Jenson and I have to train and study, Storm? This is blatant

could not

little devils landed

Storm, "What is this colonial mindset? How could you still favor boys over girls? Males and females have equal

with this girl. She won't listen without a beating, and if I hit her, she'll start wailing about being harassed. How am I going

twitched mirthfully." Who taught her

tell me. She's just an

"It must have been her mother's traits. You should probably give up the thought of straightening her when even the

the book off his

he had his first growth spurt. His faceful of chubby baby fat gave way to attractive

gaze was filled with despair as

in his chest. He did not know if the president would live until

"You take away our phones and you don't let us use the computers. All we see every day are big

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