Five-Year Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

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"Jealous of your good looks? Whenever I go out, there are always people praising me for being cute. As for you, every time you go out, are there always people praising you for being handsome?"

"Who says there aren't any? Look at all these posters on Instagram that have been shared by so many people. They're all praising me for being handsome. Do you have any?"

Quinn tapped on the screen of his phone and raised it in front of Lauren for her to look at.

Lauren closed her eyes.

"I'm not looking, I'm not looking. I don't want to look at ugly people."

"Who are you calling ugly? If I'm ugly, you're ugly too. Don't you know that this kind of thing is hereditary?"

The two began to argue with each other again. Franklin stood in the middle and silently braided Lauren's hair.

He was already very familiar with the technique now. With just a few moves, he successfully braided Lauren's hair.

Lauren took out a small mirror from her pocket dimension and looked at herself.

"Wow, Franklin, your braiding is getting faster and better. Do you have another sister? Is that why you're improving so fast?"

Lauren pursed her lips and said with jealousy.

Where did this come from?

Franklin's expression was a little unnatural. He would never tell Lauren that he had actually hired a teacher.

Of course, just because he did not say it did not mean that other people would not say it. For example, Quinn was someone who simply could not keep his mouth shut.

"Of course not. Franklin hired a teacher to teach him how to braid hair."

Quinn recalled the day when he went to Franklin's office and saw Franklin being surrounded by a group of colorful wig dolls.

He shook his head. It still haunted him.

After listening to what Quinn said, Lauren's eyes widened in surprise.

"Franklin, is it true what Quinn said? Did you learn to braid hair because of me?"

Franklin didn't know what to say.

As a CEO, it would be shameful to admit it.

He was at a loss as he picked up the hair-braiding equipment on the table.

"I...I'll go put these things away first."

After saying that, he took the combs and rubber bands on the table and went upstairs.

Lauren watched as Franklin walked up the stairs.

"What are you two doing? The atmosphere is so weird. Why are you laughing?"

"I'm not going to tell you. This is a secret between me and Franklin."

"Boring! Childish! Forget it, don't tell me. I don't want to know anyway."

Quinn waved his hand and sat a little further away from Lauren.

Lauren looked at the temperamental Quinn and sighed. Who said women were hard to understand? Men were even harder to understand!

After a while, Franklin came down with a calm expression on his face.

The three siblings sat on the sofa together. The television was showing a melodramatic drama at 8 pm. Beside them, a few maids had moved some chairs over and were munching on snacks while watching television.

Although the Torres family had a long history and strict upbringing, the younger generation of the family did not particularly emphasize the difference between master and servant.

Therefore, when there were no other elders in the family, the relationship between them and the maids was quite good. This was especially true after Lauren arrived, as she would always watch television with the maids. Every time they watched television, everyone would laugh heartily. So, the Torres family was more lively than before.

Franklin loved this change.

Recently, Franklin had not been working overtime. He had returned early after completing his work.

He also understood everything that had happened between Lauren and Quinn. The two of them would always fight to tell him what had happened that day. They would tell him stories while blaming each other.

The story would be completely different .

"So, what's your next step?"

After listening to their 'basement floor adventure', Franklin asked worriedly.

Quinn was his younger brother, and he didn't want Quinn to be involved in this weird cult.

Quinn took the pillow on the sofa, hugged it to his chest and shrugged his shoulders.

"What else can I do? I'm already at the end of my rope. Lauren said that she would protect me."

Lauren was sitting on the sofa, watching TV with the maids. She clapped her hands and cheered when she saw something interesting on TV.

Quinn glanced at Lauren before turning to talk to Franklin.

"Can we really trust this girl? My life is worth a lot."

"Whose life isn't worth a lot? But you can trust Lauren completely.. She's a reliable person, and she always has more ideas than us."