You, Me And Our Genus Twins

Chapter 3 Impossible

“Um…” Zacharias suggested, “I think you should call Master Sebastian and ask him about this. He’s not the gallivanting type. Perhaps this is just a coincidence.”

Philip was unhappy that his butler ruined his fun. “They are my grandkids.”

He had been wanting a grandkid for a long time, but his son didn’t even have a girlfriend yet, much less a child of his own. He really wanted a grandson of his own. I don’t care. I’m calling him. If he doesn’t admit it, he’s going to have to do a paternity test. I just know they’re my grandkids. There’s two of them! He called his son, and his eyes shone with glee.

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short interaction, she found the man to be insufferable. “Give me a million, and I’ll drag that swindling

Harold Yosemite, and he was an unlucky man. He thought he got himself a girlfriend, but three months later, she swindled five million and a

“I’m not looking for her anymore. I’ll give

around until she eventually turned the spoon into a silver ball. She then smiled at Harold, asking sweetly, “What did you say, Mr. Yosemite?

Harold’s face. He looked at the silver ball Madeline was playing with, then he looked at her face. He gulped, and he steeled his resolve. The man stammered, “I-If it’s you, t-then I don’t mind dying. A-All I ask is that you be my

He’s persistent,

boys—who were at another table—guffawed in amusement, and their mother shot them a