Five-Year Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

Lauren took the initiative to hold their hands intimately. However, she realized that their hands were unexpectedly cold, so cold that it was somewhat unusual.

However, Lauren just thought that the two elderly people were not in good health and did not think too much about it.

The two elderly people insisted on refusing, and Lauren did not push the matter. After saying goodbye to them, she got into the car.

After the car drove out, she continued to look at the two elderly people through the car window until they turned into black dots. Only then did she sit properly.

"By the way, Miss Torres, did you really see someone selling cotton candy when you suddenly run out during meal time today?"

Although Lauren was gluttonous, she was not to such an extent.

After interacting with her for the past few days, Ben realized that Lauren was very organized in her work.. He did not believe that she would run out for a cotton candy.

"Of course not! They were all here today, so I didn't tell them."

"Mr. Carson, when I was eating fried chicken today, I saw that little ghost!"

The car jolted a little.

"Why are you still so timid, Mr. Carson? There might be more such things in the future!"

"Then...what about that little ghost?" Ben's gaze started to wander. "She can't be in this car, right?!"

Lauren was amused by Ben's reaction, and her two dimples appeared again.

"No, it's strange. I chased after her, but when I reached the roller coaster, she suddenly disappeared."

"Disappeared?"

"Yes...but since we saw her today, it means that she's still wandering around the amusement park. We'll definitely meet her again."

Although it was a weekend, Franklin still went to the company in the afternoon.

This time, it was not a business matter, but the hair-braiding teacher had arrived.

So, Franklin was in his own office, learning how to braid hair from the teacher.

The teacher brought two fake model heads with long wigs on them. Franklin followed the teacher's movements, crossing strands of hair over and over again.

Franklin's fingers looked good as they were long and well-defined. He had been secretly photographed by his employees and posted on the company forum, making all the girls who were obsessed with fingers shout 'I want to marry you'.

Half an hour later, it was time for a break.

The secretary invited the hair-braiding teacher to the restroom and poured her a glass of water. "How is it? Our President should be learning very well, right?"

The hair-braiding teacher smiled stiffly and did not respond.

It was not until ten minutes later, when the secretary saw the hair that Franklin had braided with her own eyes, that she realized why the teacher's expression was so complicated.

The basic shape of the braid was indeed there. After all, every step the teacher took, he would follow, but...why had half of this fake model's hair gone bald?!

Franklin took a sip of his coffee. Facing the secretary's silent questioning, he said confidently, "A real person's hair definitely won't fall off so easily."

The secretary was speechless.

'Is this what a human should say?! President, which person would allow you to do that to her?!' The secretary thought to herself.

But being a professional secretary, she kept the thought in her heart and smiled at Franklin to show her agreement.

In any case, it was fine as long as she didn't mess with her hair.

The class was still continuing, and the teacher urgently sent over a few more fake models. Maybe this President really liked to pull hair off?

So when Quinn finished chatting with his agent and went to Franklin's company to look for him, he saw that Franklin was surrounded by a circle of fake models with colorful hair.

He was shocked.

Quinn didn't let go of this opportunity to mock his brother. It had always been Franklin who bullied him, and now it was his turn to be the bully!

Don't panic when something happens. Take a photo first!

Quinn took out his phone and took photos of Franklin braiding hairs from all angles.

After checking the sharpness of the photos, Quinn walked into Franklin's office with satisfaction.

The class had ended, and the teacher had left. Franklin had always been a diligent student, and learning how to braid hair was no exception. He had braided the hair of all the models around him.

Although it was still messy, it was much better than before. At least there wasn't a big pile of hair on the ground.

Looking at his work with satisfaction, Franklin saw Quinn leaning against the door frame with a faint smile.

...

Oh no, it was a little embarrassing.

"Franklin, why didn't I know that our Torres Corporation's business scope has already expanded to braiding hair?" Quinn's tone was full of ridicule.

Franklin maintained his composure on the surface and asked his secretary to move all these things out.

"There are many things that you don't know. If it wasn't for you, would I need to work so hard now?"

Franklin was the biggest contributor to Quinn being able to do what he liked to do now.

With Franklin running the Torres Corporation, Quinn could pursue his dream.