"If we let you take a step inside, all of us will lose our jobs."
Axel frowned, taking several steps back. He lifted his head, scanning the visible windows and balconies of the mansion.
"Where's Mom and Dad?" he asked without taking his eyes off of the mansion.
"They were having dinner."
"And the little ancestor?" Axel clicked his tongue in irritation.
"The Madam and the Chairman were still coaxing him." The butler heaved a deep exhale. "It seemed the young master heard about his parent's divorce. Thus, he was thinking of cloning himself."
"Clone — the heck?" Axel glared daggers at the butler, but like a beggar, he couldn't do anything. He was the second young master, but at this point, his authority in the family was far too insignificant. Not that he ever indulged in the idea of hierarchy in the family, but it was frustrating sometimes.
