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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her client, but after their short interaction, she found the man to be insufferable. “Give me a million, and I’ll drag that swindling girlfriend of

got himself a girlfriend,

who was before him, and his whole face turned red. “I’m not looking for her anymore. I’ll give you

picked a silver spoon up and bent it, then she rolled it around until she eventually turned the spoon into a silver ball. She then smiled at Harold, asking sweetly, “What did you say, Mr. Yosemite? I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over how loud the wind is

face. He gulped, and he steeled his resolve. The man stammered, “I-If it’s you, t-then I don’t mind dying.

He’s persistent, isn’t

boys—who were at another table—guffawed in amusement, and their