Five-Year Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

In this version, her father was Ben. Her mother had left home when she was very young, and she was nowhere to be found.

Irene scanned the piece of paper and did not find any problems.

"Can we make a deal for two million?" Lily asked anxiously.

"I still have to ask my employer. I'm just a middleman. Wait a moment, I'll make a call."

Call someone else?

Looked like the child wasn't prepared for Irene Pulver.

Could it be that they have a partner?

Looked like this was a trading chain.

Irene only returned a few minutes later.

"Sure, just two million. Send her to me first."

Irene was wearing red lipstick, accentuating her lips as she spoke.

"Okay."

Lily agreed immediately. Irene wrote a check on the spot and handed it to her.

Irene then left.

For a long time, there was no movement in the warehouse. Lauren did not know where Lily had gone, and she was the only person in the warehouse.

Through the window, Lauren could tell that it was almost six o'clock.

She carefully changed her position in the cage so that her back was facing the warehouse door.

Then she took the notebook out of the pocket dimension.

She flipped to the first page of the notebook, which was still filled with the same scribbles that Quinn had done this morning.

She turned to the second page and saw that there were already several lines of words on it.

These few lines of words were written by two people. The handwriting on them was different.

One set of handwriting was very ugly, while the other set was neat and tidy.

"This set of ugly words must have been written by Quinn, while this set of beautiful words must have been written by Franklin."

[Lauren, how are you doing over there? If you're in danger, let me know.]

[Hey, why are you ignoring me? If you're going to ignore me, why did you give me this notebook in the first place?]

[Why are you ignoring me? When you come back, I'm going to beat you up.]

These sentences were obviously from Quinn.

Following those sentences were words written by Franklin, which must have been written just after he returned from work.

[Lauren, how's the situation on your side? Tell us as soon as possible, or we'll be worried.]

Lauren took out the blue pen and replied.

[I'm fine. I have been brought to the warehouse and I'm the only one here for the time being.]

[Oh right, the person who bought the child is the principal, Irene Pulver. Franklin, you have to be more careful, but don't alert the enemy.]

The person at the other end was probably staring at the notebook, for the next second after Lauren finished writing, Franklin's handwriting appeared on the notebook.

[No problem. I'll contact the police first and monitor the situation in advance. If you are ready to capture the culprit, just let me know.]

[Okay.]

Although they did not meet face-to-face, it was already very comforting to be able to communicate with each other in this manner.

[Lauren, you must pay attention to your safety.]

[Got it. Don't worry.]

After a few seconds, a set of handwriting that looked like dog crawling appeared under Franklin's delicate and powerful handwriting.

[Lauren, come back safely.]

Quinn always spoke in a fierce tone, as if someone had owed him money. But he actually cared for Lauren.

Lauren smiled and replied to Quinn.

[Got it, second brother.]

Quinn, who was holding a pen on the table waiting for a reply, was shocked by Lauren's reply. He even dropped his pen on the table.

Franklin glanced at Quinn and thought that something had happened, so he quickly came forward to take a look.

There's nothing out of the ordinary.

"Quinn, what are you doing?"

Franklin was already nervous enough, yet Quinn was still making a fuss out of this small matter.

"Franklin, look! Lauren called me second brother."

Quinn pointed to the two words written by Lauren.

The next second, another line of Lauren's words appeared.

[By the way, your handwriting is as ugly as the braided hair you did for me.]

Quinn was speechless.

The brotherly love that had just appeared was now gone.

Quinn held the notebook in the distance.

Among the three of them, his handwriting on the notebook was indeed the ugliest.

Although Lauren's handwriting was not very unique, it was clean and neat.

Every letter was well-written, and one could clearly see what she had written at a glance.

As for Quinn, his handwriting was so bad that it looked like he had written with his feet.

Seeing that Lauren still had time to ridicule Quinn, Franklin's nervousness was diluted a little.

Franklin patted Quinn on the shoulder with a smile. "Your handwriting is so bad that even a four-and-a-half-year-old child is disgusted by it. You have to put in more effort now."

"Tsk, Lauren must be jealous that my legs are longer and I am more famous than hers, that's why she is picking on me."

Just as he was about to continue arguing with Lauren on the notebook, he was stopped by Franklin.

"Stop chatting. It'll be bad if someone finds out about her."

Quinn thought about it and felt that it made sense.

He wrote down the words "Be careful" and put the notebook away.