Chapter 1829: Chapter 1819: Lord is already waiting for you at ho
Bobby tid it perfectly, his eyes no longer cunning, calmly jumped off the sofa, waved to Enna Clark, and said, “Woman, I’m heading out.”
He warned the dopey little girl, “Rember to listen to Mummy and Brother Hayes while I’m not ho. If I co back and find out you’ve been running around, no lollipop for you tonight. Got it?”
Gigi unwillingly pouted her little mouth, softly retorted, “Gigi is good!”
She probably felt her montum wasn’t enough, so she puffed out her little chest, looking justifiably proud.
Bobby glanced at her, looked away, and said domineeringly, “Being good is best, but if you’re naughty, the punishnt is no candy.”
Then he slung his backpack over his shoulder and fussed at Enna Clark like a housekeeper, “Woman, if she’s not good, just spank her. A spanking won’t make her bleed.”
Gigi understood he ant to spank her, puffed out her rosy cheeks, and pointed her chubby little finger at Bobby, whining in a baby voice, “Brubby bad!”
Her adorable look was too cute.
Even Bobby couldn’t help but smile, pinching her little cheek, which made her shrink back before he was satisfied and let go. Waving regretfully, he headed to the entrance hall.
He changed his shoes, opened the door, and went out.
On the way, he thought he must pinch the little one’s cheeks again tonight. That feel, no wonder Enna Clark loved pinching his.
Indeed, it’s addictive!
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Baron Lawrence didn’t live in the Lawrence Castle but rather in a luxury ho in Birch Garden.
The driver took Bobby all the way and parked by the Birch Garden apartnt building, and as soon as they stopped, the car door was already opened from outside.
“Young Master.”
It was Scott Harris, who had been waiting outside.
Bobby jumped out of the car, smiled sweetly to greet him, “Hello, Uncle Harris. I haven’t seen Uncle Harris for days, Gigi misses Uncle Harris.”
Such sweet talk could lt a person’s heart.
Scott Harris’ usually stern face broke into a warm smile, still maintaining a proper appearance as a housekeeper, but the closeness in his eyes was genuine.
“I’ll co visit Miss Gigi another day.” He finished speaking respectfully, “Young Master, Lord is already waiting at ho for you. I’ll take you up.”
“Sure, thank you, Uncle Harris.” Bobby was polite and considerate.
Scott Harris, smiling, led him upstairs.
In a luxury ho like Birch Garden, elevators go directly into residences, providing each floor with an elevator that opens into their entrance hall, ensuring convenience and keeping out uninvited guests.
Of course, the cost of having an elevator this exclusive for each unit is also expensive.
Yet, anyone who can afford a ho worth tens of millions hardly cares about spending 150 to 300 thousand.
‘Ding——’ the elevator door opened.
In sight was the spacious living room of the modern European-style minimalist luxury ho.
Sure enough, it’s Dubious Man’s style, with black, white, and gray as the main colors, understated yet luxurious everywhere. For example, the mural by the wall; don’t think he doesn’t know it’s a master’s work, giving off an aristocratic vibe.
Bobby wasn’t the least bit intimidated, very composed as he followed Scott Harris into the luxury ho.
Scott Harris led him to the sofa, saying, “Young Master, please sit. Sit for a while, I’ll make you a fresh juice. Orange juice.”
“Mm.”
Bobby’s favorite drink was orange juice.
But he firmly refused to make it himself at ho because his stingy habits made him feel using four oranges for a cup of juice was a waste.
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