His little sister was kind of clueless-there was no way she'd ever make the first move and call him.

He thought it over. That left only two other people, but both of them were trouble, not the type to reach out unless they absolutely had to.

He sighed, slumped back onto the couch, and waved his brother off. "Seriously, big bro, don't worry about me. Go do your thing. I'm perfectly fine on my own."

He barely finished the sentence when his phone buzzed.

Charles shot up so fast he was a blur.

There was this super secret number only his big brother and Mitch knew about. Usually, when that phone rang, it meant he was getting sent out on a mission.

But there hadn't been any jobs lately. If anyone was calling now, it had to be his little sister.

He grinned, excitement lighting up his face, and gave the old shepherd dog next to him a pat on the head before answering.

"Hey, sis!"

Clara felt a wave of warmth at his voice. "Hey, are you busy?"

"Nope, not at all! When I'm not working, I'm just waiting for you to call. Why don't you ever text me first? Is that husband of yours not treating you right? I told you, you should've picked Big Bro or Mitch instead. At least then, nobody would dare mess with you."

touched. She knew how much his big

the best brother in the

beamed, unconsciously tugging out a handful of fur from the

dog just wagged

the room, a man watched Charles's

to his study,

sure that woman wasn't

had only been a few days, and the kid was already acting like this. Unless someone was behind it, it didn't make

training. For a while, he'd even been used as a test subject-the same experimental

take advantage of Charles's mental scars and steer him down the

always been solid. Loyal to the

lend his two dogs to anyone-not

a woman

She's just an ordinary girl from a regular family in the capital Used to chase after some guy, then somehow caught Dylan's eye pretty lucky, honestly. Maybe that's why she got dragged

that. Clara was the family's darling, their star. Comparing

forehead. "But I don't think

him-well, the Chester

rubbed

up from an underground fighting ring-no parents, just a kid covered in scars. If he hadn't poured the Chester family's resources into the boy, his

that, kids weren't allowed to be

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