Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Jonathan mulled over that before sighing and turning to leave.

Before Sophia left, she instructed Juan and Kyle to get up if they were feeling tired. It was not good for their kneecaps if they kneeled for too long.

Kyle’s face was expressionless as he knelt there, his back incredibly straight.

Juan snuck a glance at Evan. How long will we have to kneel here? At this rate, we’ll miss out on lunch! If I had known that this would happen, I would’ve eaten two more slices of pizza or maybe two more eggs this morning!

Soon, half an hour had passed.

Juan mentally sighed as he stared at the tightly shut door. He wondered if the door would suddenly swing open, revealing their great-grandfather’s smiling face. Would he pull us both up and hand us each a delicious pork trotter to chow down on?

Maybe if we kneel for another five or ten minutes…

Suddenly, Evan’s phone rang. It was John calling to inform him that someone from J Group had come to the company. The representative wanted to discuss something important with him.

Hanging up, Evan got ready to depart. However, he did not forget to instruct them, “Get up if you can’t stand it anymore, okay?”

Kyle did not move to look at him or make a sound. He merely continued to stare forward blankly.

Juan nodded. He knew that continuing to kneel there was rather pointless. He would have to think hard and come up with another plan.

gone, Juan turned to Kyle and asked, “Do your

little bit of pain was nothing if that

this. What if Great-grandpa

glanced at his brother. He had not thought about that. All he had been focusing on was

Juan’s face. “Mommy once told me that we should always remember our purpose. As long as we don’t do anything that might harm others, using a little trick or shortcut

finding that

can’t think of any better plans other than kneeling

Juan. And here I thought that he would have a one-track mind and refuse to cooperate with my

was willing to work with him,

very nice to them. He

that using this love was a viable

and suggested, “Why don’t

it for a

He’ll be

he’ll probably have someone carry me back to my room and call a doctor over. We still won’t get a chance to beg him, which means that he won’t forgive Mommy. Then, all the time that we’d spent kneeling here would

admit that his brother had

plan would not necessarily work out, he would have to

the same beside him. They both agreed that they would have to get inside the room somehow. That way, they would be