Five-Year Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

Perhaps it was because he was not used to not having Lauren by his side, who had always quarreled with him in the past.

Today, he was not the only one feeling uneasy. Even Franklin seemed to have less of an appetite at dinner, picking at his food and only eating a few morsels before stopping.

Although Lauren had repeatedly promised that she would return safely, the fact that they could not contact her in real time worried them endlessly.

Quinn was tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep. Suddenly, his phone rang, giving him a shock.

He picked up the phone and saw that it was Pauline on the screen.

He hesitated for a moment before picking up the call.

"Hello?"

"Quinn, are you asleep?"

"I'm getting ready for bed. Why are you looking for me so late at night?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to be famous? Now that everything is ready, all you need to do is hold a ceremony."

"So soon? Didn't you say I have to wait for a while?"

"Yeah, you're lucky this time. I found it very quickly, and your path to fame should be smooth. After all, I found you a good thing this time."

The more he listened, the more Quinn furrowed his brows.

Something good?

What did she mean by that?

Those silicone dolls were each more terrifying than the last. What good could there be?

It was pitch black at night, and there wasn't even a moon today. In that instant, Quinn felt a little scared.

He lifted the pillow beside him. Under the pillow was the talisman that Lauren had given him this morning.

Quinn put his hand on the talisman as if he could get some courage from it.

"Pauline, what do I need to prepare?"

"You don't have to do anything special. Just remember to dress in red when you come, and I'll talk to you about the rest. I'll let you know the exact date later. I need to pick an auspicious time."

"Okay, Pauline."

Just as Quinn was about to hang up, Pauline spoke again.

Quinn placed his phone back to his ear.

"Pauline, what did you say just now? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you clearly."

"Oh, it's nothing. I just wanted to ask...is your sister okay?"

Sister?

Lauren?

Why would Pauline suddenly ask this question?

Of course, it was impossible for Quinn to tell her about Lauren's whereabouts. Moreover, he had made up a lot of information about Lauren.

Not knowing Pauline's motive for asking this question, Quinn could only continue to make it up. "My sister? She's fine. I just told her a story to put her to sleep."

"Oh...I see."

"Pauline, Why are you suddenly asking about my sister?"

Did Pauline find out that he and Lauren were lying?

"It's nothing important. I saw someone who looked like your sister on the street today, so I thought of her. I was just casually asking."

"There is nothing else now."

"Alright, Goodbye then."

It was only a short call of two to three minutes. After hanging up, Quinn realized that his forehead was already covered in cold sweat.

He hadn't noticed it before, but when he heard it tonight, he realized that Pauline's voice was really calm and terrifying.

He couldn't fall asleep to begin with. After picking up Pauline's call, Quinn found it even more difficult to fall asleep.

Actually, it wasn't too late. It was only 10:30 pm.

Quinn wasn't in the mood to do anything else tonight, so he went to bed early.

After tossing and turning for a while, he still couldn't fall asleep. He then opened his phone to look for his contact, wanting to find someone to talk to.

Quinn then recalled the incident that Franklin had told him about Bryce last night.

Bryce was the youngest son of the Torres family. He had been pampered and coddled since he was young.

His personality was similar to that of Quinn: lively, outgoing and eccentric.

At the same time, he was also similar to Franklin. He had Franklin's sullen personality.

Although there was a part of Bryce's personality that resembled Franklin, his learning ability could not be compared to Franklin at all.

In terms of results, Bryce could be said to be completely the same as Quinn. He was just ordinary, nothing special.

During his school days, Quinn had never performed well in his results, and his parents had always compared him to Franklin.

Bryce was about the same as Quinn. He was already in his third year of high school this year, but his results had always been average. There was no reason for people to praise him or scold him.

The last time he contacted Bryce was during the winter break. At that time, he was still working as a model in a foreign country.

He dialed the number, and after two rings, the call was picked up.

A youthful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Quinn?"