Five-Year Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

Lauren rolled her eyes and asked in an unnatural manner, "Oh, did Franklin tell you that?"

Quinn rubbed his eyes. He wasn't fully awake yet.

"Yeah, he just called me. He doesn't seem to know what jet lag is. It's so early here, but he woke me up and told me to bring you to the styling salon. Why didn't he look for you? Alright, hurry up and wash up. We'll go to the styling salon together later."

After complaining for a while, Quinn went upstairs with his messy hair.

Having said all this, Lauren was now awake, and she slowly closed her door.

Was Franklin still angry? It had been so long, yet he was still angry. Men were quite petty. He was clearly concerned about her, but he just didn't want to tell her.

Anyway, someone was going to style her, so Lauren brushed her teeth, washed her face, and went downstairs.

Quinn was dressed casually.

"Quinn, where's the driver?"

Lauren looked around. It was only a few minutes past six, but there was no one on the street.

Quinn looked at Lauren as if he was looking at an idiot. "I'm driving. Am I not human?"

"Do you know how to drive?"

"Of course I know how to drive. I learned how to drive when I was 18."

Lauren was a little worried.

"But...why haven't I seen you drive before?"

Quinn looked left and right with a guilty look on his face.

"I never get the chance to drive. People pick me up every time I go in and out."

"Hmm...so if I take your car, will my life be in danger today?"

"Pfft, how can that be possible? The last time I drove was a month ago. I'm very skillful. Hurry up and get in the car."

Of course, what Quinn did not tell Lauren was that he only drove a few hundred meters on an empty street in the early morning before he returned to the car to the chauffeur.

Lauren chuckled and got into the back seat.

She really could not relax. After she sat down, she quickly fastened her seatbelt tightly and her hands tightly gripped the seatbelt.

The styling studio they were going to was in the city center, which was not far from the Torres family.

As it was relatively early, there were basically no cars on the streets, so Quinn drove steadily.

Perhaps it was because he knew that he was not skilled, so he drove slowly, and Lauren was not as worried as before.

There was a traffic light in front of them. The light was originally red, so Quinn slowed down his speed to prepare to stop. However, the red light quickly turned green, so Quinn stepped on the accelerator again.

Sensing the change in speed, Lauren looked up.

"Quinn, stop the car! Isn't there a person standing at the zebra crossing?!"

With a screech, Quinn stepped on the brakes. However, the car had already crossed the zebra crossing. Fortunately, there was no car behind them, so there was no rear-end collision.

Quinn turned around and looked at Lauren.

"There's no one here. Isn't it empty?"

"No, I clearly saw someone just now."

Lauren unfastened her seatbelt and got out of the car with Quinn to check.

She realized that there was no one there. Lauren even looked at the bottom of the car and there were no blood stains.

She rubbed her eyes. Could she have seen it wrongly?

Quinn asked, "Did you see a ghost?"

Lauren shook her head.

"No."

She could tell the difference between a person and a ghost at a glance. The person who had just walked on the zebra crossing was clearly a man wearing a black short-sleeved shirt. How did he suddenly disappear?

Could it be that this person was able to turn invisible?

"Alright, you must have seen wrongly. It's really hard for you to wake up so early. You're hallucinating."

Lauren pouted and looked back at the empty street. Perhaps she was really hallucinating.

When they arrived at the styling studio, the door had just opened. The staff inside also looked sleepy.

The boss of the styling studio was a man who dressed very fashionably. He looked like he was in his thirties. There was a sparkling ear stud on his right ear that was sparkling.

Even so, he was not a sissy. Instead, he exuded exquisite handsomeness.

Quinn introduced him to Lauren. "This is the boss of the styling studio. His name is Tony."

Lauren blurted out, "Hello, Uncle Tony."

After Lauren politely greeted him, Tony immediately covered his heart and pretended to be injured.

"Am I being called an uncle at my age?"

Uhm...

Lauren didn't think about this at the time. She just blurted it out.

"Then should I just call you Brother Tony?"

Tony thought about it for a while and shook his head. He didn't seem satisfied.

"Forget it. Just call me Tony as they do.. I don't care about these things."