[What do you mean, though, uncle Godfather?] Ainsley tilted her head. Indeed, her people were powerful despite the family being a poor one on the brink of collapsing.
[Wake up, dumbass! Wake up! Train your energy control! Hurry, you lazy bum!] The Godfather shouted with all of his might as he circled Ainsley and Cellino, who was still lying on the bed, sleeping.
Her surroundings were pitch black with no lights at all, except from the memory stream lining up on her left, right, above and below her body, looking like star systems in the universe.
Both of them were very fearless and wanted to get the item they were after, it was obvious that both of them would bet to get the item they were after.
Ainsley hummed as she let Elliana carry her to the dining room. Getting a convenient vehicle wouldn't hurt, right? She didn't want to walk 15 minutes just to go to the dining hall!
What if the other higher-ups blamed them if anything happened to the young miss? Even if she's a puppet, she's still a valuable trophy. For the baby to suddenly sleep so mindlessly that she looked like in a deep coma…
He did have lots of friends around his age, and even those older than him, but who would dare to talk about casinos in front of the Walter Family's heir?
"Anyway, let's observe the young miss. Those old foxes in the family might persuade her to choose them as her guardian. If the young miss picks the wrong guardian…" the blue-eyed elder expressed his worry.
Even if the sacred guardian is still in a cat form and doesn't transform yet, the ownership imprint is still there until the day the owner releases the imprint to return the beast to the prairie. It happens when the owner can't handle the beast anymore.
That morning, she was in such a hurry that she didn't speak to Elliana at all. Before 8 a.m, her meeting time with Finsley, Ainsley ran to the computer room to check her lottery result.