"Wow, Mommy is home!" Kara gasped. She quickly wiped her tears and turned towards the door. "Hello, Little Bee. Mommy didn't know you’re home." With joyful laughter, Louis and Emily hugged their mother. "What did Mommy think? Mommy should’ve heard us coming home." "If it's a criminal who came in, what will happen? Mommy could be in danger!" Kara cupped her children's cheek. Her head shook slightly. "Aren't we good people? Remember, good people are always protected by ...." "God!" the twins answered in unison. Their eyes sparkled brightly. "But there's no harm in being careful, Mommy. Next time, you don't daydream again, okay?" Emily stroked her mother's hair. Getting that much attention, Kara's smile broke into laughter. She nodded and kissed her daughter's chubby cheek. "Emily, I don't think Mommy was daydreaming. Mommy was suffering from pain!" Louis pointed at the compress on the floor. "Do you have a fever, Mommy?" Looking at Louis’ furrowed brows, Kara immediately shook
"Unfortunately, other children can also tell stories. Isn't there something more special that you can show?" Rowan Harper raised an eyebrow. "Louis is good at counting." "No, you're the smarter one, Emily." Before the twins argued, Rowan tested them with simple mathematical operations. Amazingly, the twins always answered quickly and precisely. Then, he tested their numeracy skills with more complicated cases. Again, the questions given seemed easy for them. "Last question. One of our subsidiaries plans to add computers. The research department needs 8, IT needs 5, marketing needs 3, and administration needs 2. But, the available budget is only enough to buy 16 high-end computers of the same type. What should we do?" Louis and Emily looked at each other. They didn't expect to encounter such a problem. "The total required is 18." "That's right, 2 units more than budgeted." Rowan Harper secretly smiled proudly. Such a small kids could already discuss things beyond their age? Tru
"Not really. I've only met Emily once. She accidentally .…” Frank stopped talking. He couldn't admit that he had been hit by a toddler. Rowan would definitely fire all the guards and replace them with a more "competent" team. “She accidentally saw me and whined for a hug. She seems to really admire me.” Frank shrugged as if it was no big deal to him. Rowan pressed his lips with his chin. After a faint nod, he muttered, "I gave them scholarships and plan to invite them as special guests at the inauguration ceremony. Their courage and determination are worthy of being passed on to other children." "Yes, I agree," Frank nodded slightly. "Do you like those kids?" Frank was pensive. Since his parents died, no one cared about his preferences for things. The grandfather didn't even know what his favorite color or food was. But now, the grandfather asked that? "I don't like children. They are noisy and spoiled. Too much trouble." "But you need at least one son to continue the company, t
Kara had been sitting in front of the laptop for several hours, collecting job vacancy information. However, none of them matched her qualifications. Her status as a single parent of two children was clearly not an advantage, let alone the bad note that Finnic deliberately left on her resume. “Should I contact Ben Wilson? I can volunteer to be a waiter at his restaurant. Maybe, he would accept me for the sake of the twins.” After a blink, Kara looked for Ben's business card in her bag. But then, she remembered. She tucked the card in a notebook on her desk. "Should I go get it? My things are still there too." Kara crossed her arms and tapped her elbow with her pen. As far as she remembered, Frank had a schedule outside the office. “Okay. I just need to do it before Frank gets back to the office.” She rushed over. Arriving on the 10th floor of the Savior Group Building, Kara let out a sigh of relief. There were no guards there. Thinking that Frank wasn't there either, she walked
"Wait. You haven't explained why you helped me? I know you hate me. Why don't you just let me die?” Frank inquired in a small voice. Kara was silent for a moment. The, little by little, her lips curved sadly. “I was once abandoned when I fell into a very deep abyss. No one wanted to give me a rope. I was forced to endure darkness and fear alone, until I finally crawled out of there myself.” Frank swallowed hard. His throat suddenly became dry and his chest became tight. It was as if he could see Kara's wounds through those dim eyes. Occasionally, he felt that there was hatred in it. "Therefore, please don't accuse me of all kinds of things. I will not ask for payment. I just don't want anyone else to feel the same misery. It is very painful." Averting her gaze, Kara hugged herself. She was afraid that her voice would become hoarse if she said more. “Now excuse me. I have other business." "Wait!" Kara's steps stopped again. However, she didn't turn around. She worried that Fran
"Of course. Isn't that our agreement?" Smiling crookedly, Frank returned to his room. Kara blinked at her stupidity. She thought her position was only secretary because Frank didn't ask for bed services anymore. But apparently, she still had to provide other services. “Gosh, I'm the hero. Why does he still have the heart to bully me?” Kara sighed helplessly. However, after exhaling quickly, she pursed her lips and nodded. ‘But it's okay. My salary has doubled. The welfare of the twins can be guaranteed now.’ She clenched her fist and jerked it into the air. “Yeah, I have to work harder.” When office work hour was over, Kara followed Frank home. She got goosebumps when she saw the CEO's bed. Secretly, she was grateful that the man didn't drag her again. While Frank was in the shower, Kara finally had the chance to call the twins. Even though they had to whisper, the children were still happy. "So, that evil CEO accepted Mommy to work again?" Louis asked in disbelief. Kara smiled
"Are you afraid?" Frank teased while smiling faintly. "Of course I am! Don’t you?" If the bees were as cute as Louis and Emily, Kara wouldn't feel threatened. However, the winged insects were equipped with stinger and there were millions of them. Kara remembered the twins' story about two types of bees, the European Honey Bee and the Africanized Honey Bee. Louis and Emily agreed that they preferred European bees. “African bees are bad, Mommy. They are more aggressive and attack simultaneously. Many people have died from being stung by them. We don't like killer bees like that.” Louis' voice rang in her head. Kara involuntarily shuddered in horror. “What kind of bees is bred here, Sir?” “Western Honey Bee.” Kara's eyebrows arched high. "Is it the same as European?" Frank was wide eyed. “You know about bees?” However, a second later, he controlled his expression. “Yes, they play an important role in the pollination of plants, especially almonds. But, our country still lacks of
“I think you'd better wait here. I don't want a troublesome girl like you to interfere with my performance on the field," Frank suggested while nodding stiffly. He also didn't dare look at Kara, afraid of being asked to explain what he had just done. "Yes, you are right. I'll definitely be a burden if I go there.” Kara tried to nod, but failed. The warmth of Frank's lips on her neck seemed to have disrupted her nerve pathways. Without additional words, Frank got out of his luxury car. He even chose to wear protective clothing outside. He and Kara really needed distance. Otherwise, awkwardness could paralyze them. As the CEO left, Kara immediately took a mirror from her bag. She wanted to know how her neck was doing. As soon as she saw the location of the bee sting, she gasped. "Why are there three?" There was a new spot near the two bee sting marks. It's the same red color, but it's not swollen since it didn't come from bees. Frank Harper was the creator. While grimacing, Kara