MR BILLIONAIRE’S REGRET
We reached the school, and their teacher was waiting for us outside.
"Hello, my dearests,” she sweetly greeted them, and they smiled. “I am teacher Anna, I will be your teacher. Can I get your names?”
“I am Ingrid, he's Atlas,” Ingrid pointed at Atlas, who looked shy.
“I'm Nathan,” Nathan fixed his waves, and I smiled at his confidence.
“Nice, please get in and meet your friends,” she said, and they walked in right after bidding me goodbye.
“Ms. Anna, I hope the principal told you about the guards.”
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