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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Madeline came to Rain of Fae to meet 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 yours back here in three

her was a client of her firm. His name was Harold Yosemite, and he was an unlucky man. He thought he got himself a girlfriend, but three

the perfect beauty who was before him, and his whole face turned red. “I’m not looking for her anymore. I’ll give you one—I mean, five million! Please be my

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

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

He’s persistent, isn’t

at another table—guffawed in amusement, and their