Violet and Ryan were still deep in their own little fantasy, completely missing the sarcasm dripping from Mr. Harrington's words."Mr. Harrington, just look at this painting scroll! Our family spent six months hunting this down from a private collector!"She gestured at the pile of shredded paper on the floor, practically wailing, "We wanted to surprise you, but this monster destroyed it!"Ryan frowned, clutching his chest with the expression of a long-suffering martyr."Yeah, sir… my brother just can't stand to see me succeed. He even said that even if the gift was ruined, I shouldn't be able to face you with my head held high…"Mr. Harrington took off his sunglasses, letting his gaze rest on me with a flicker of amusement. Then, casually, he asked, "Oh? That so?"I dropped into a flawless, practiced slide-kneel—one knee on the floor, both hands holding up the scissors, loyalty written all over my face, my voice booming with shameless devotion."Please, Your Majes—uh, I mean, M
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