NovelEnglish"Here you go, can't leave you out of this," Andrew chuckled, shaking his head. He wondered how he ended up
with such a cheeky little troublemaker in his family.
Just then, Harold ambled down the stairs, putting on an exaggerated frown. "Andrew, Damita, I've got a
complaint!" he declared. "Sophie's been slacking off-she just woke up from a nap!" Sophie shot Harold a glare.
"Whose side are you on, Harold?"
"Definitely not yours!" he retorted.
"You!"
Damita interjected gently, "Alright, alright, aren't you both a bit too old for this bickering? You've been at each
other's throats since you were kids, and nothing's changed!"
"Well, she's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed! Andrew's so bright, but she didn't get any of that."
"What did you just say?! You're the one who's slow!"
"| was talking about you!"
"No, you! You're the dim one!"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You're dim!"
"You're dim!"
As Harold and Sophie continued their playful squabble, the four adults couldn't help but shake their heads and
chuckle. Those two must have been rivals in a past life.
Jeremy smiled, "Mark, how about letting Sophie stay with us for a few days after her coming-of-age celebration
today? They've just finished their exams and both got into Eastwood College. They could use ssolid
coaching." Andrew nodded, "Sounds like a plan, Mark. The kids should stay with you and learn a lot."
"I don't want to!"
neither!"
Their joint protest instantly shifted the mood. They'd rather endure military training than be under Old Man
Mark's watchful eye!
Andrew sighed, "Con, staying with Jeremy will be good for your learning."
"But Dad... Jeremy's too intense! | can't keep up with him!"
Harold glanced at Sophie and quipped, "That's because you're slow!"
"You're the slow one! Let's see you learn something faster than me!"
"I will! Who's afraid of you? I'll definitely learn faster than you!"
"Keep dreaming!"
"You!"
Seeing Harold starting to get genuinely riled up, Sophie quickly said, "Jeremy, Liz, Mom, Dad! I'm off to find my
brother!" With that, Sophie darted upstairs like a flash.
Harold stomped his foot in frustration. "You're like a rabbit, always running away!"
Sophie didn't care how annoyed Harold was; she knew her brother had her back.
Rick was coming out of Gordon's office, arms full of documents when
Sophie swept in like and He
hastity called out, "Ms. Sophie! The boss is working!"
"Huh? The wind's too loud! What did you say? Sophie was moving so fast that by the tRick finished speaking,
she had already pushed open the door to Gordon's study.
The room was filled with the rich scent of ink from the books, and the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsunlight streaming in made
everything look almost surreal. Gordon stood by the window,
gold-rimmed glasses perched on his
nose, tall and commanding in his spotless white shirt.
His chiseled profile was so arresting that anyone entering would instinctively hold their breath, not wanting to
disturb the serene scene.
Gordon smiled softly, a hint of warmth in his gaze. "Why the rush?"
Sophie, playing the victim, immediately said, "Brother, Harold tattled onand picked on me."
"Did he pull your ear or call you names?"
Sophie huffed indignantly, "Both! He did both!"
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