Semua Bab Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Bab 1821 - Bab 1824

Lillian's mind went blank. She had no clue.Between school and training, there was no time for gaming. She wasn't hooked on that stuff anyway. Her classmates' shooter games couldn't touch the real-deal drills at home."Uh... It's..." She stalled, unable to remember the game Farrah was always on."Honor of Kings? PUBG? Teamfight Tactics?" Juan prompted."Yes. Those three. I'm always playing them," she said, grasping at straws."Show me." Juan handed it back.Lillian stared at the lock screen, dread pooling in her gut. That phone was special. She was supposed to use it only when there were emergencies.She treasured it and would never use it for games."You're a terrible liar.""Godfather...""Where did you get it?""I bought it."Silence then choked the room.Lillian hung her head, bracing herself for a lecture. But Juan didn't snap.Instead, he said, "If whoever gave you that phone told you to keep it secret, you'd better. Just don't let your parents find out."He tapped

"Others might brag. Your folks and Uncle Drake? Never," Solomon said.He'd heard stories. 20 years ago, the four families got hammered, nearly wiped out by the Illuminati.Lillian's parents, with allies from Orkgate, Flesta, Wrastow City, and overseas, fought back and won. It was a saga etched into the four families' history.Solomon was born after that and missed the historic moment."Finish your food and hit the books," he said, setting down his fork and knife. "My parents told me to stick with you, so I'm crashing here. Uncle Marion was fine with it and told me to make sure you do your homework."He and Lillian grew up together, mostly at the Houston Mansion.Debra and Marion were always working or traveling. His own parents were worse, globetrotting like they were making up for lost decades. They rarely stayed at home.Jordan and Juan were the ones who had raised them.Solomon took after the two guys. He was cool and responsible, especially when it came to Lillian's schoolw