MY TRIPLET'S DADDY
Dave was quite bothered by this, but he had no other choice than to obey the orders of his boss.
“Kid, come closer,” Vincent instructed.
Dave's brother walked to Vincent's bedside, his green eyes staring intently at him.
“What's your name?” Vincent questioned.
“My name is Riddle, at your service sir,” Riddle replied, lowering his gaze to the floor.
Riddle was almost eight years old, but he had learned a lot of crooked things from his older brother. He wasn't an innocent kid at all.
“Riddle, such a mysterious and brilliant name,” Vincent complimented, liking the negative feeling he got from the child. “Would you like to attend a school?”
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