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

head. A little bit of pain was nothing if that would ensure that their great-grandfather forgave their

this. What if

had not thought about that. All he had

face. “Mommy once told me that we should always remember our purpose. As long as we

that they were

better plans other than

I thought that he would have

work with

very nice to them. He clearly

using this love was a viable

and suggested, “Why don’t you pretend to

over it for a moment

He’ll

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

admit that his

work out, he would have to think

agreed that they would have to get inside the room somehow. That