Go to the base?
"Do you mean now?" Old Master Daniels looked at his grandson and shook his head. "No, I'm waiting for that brat to finish preparing a mansion for us."
That brat?
Dylan's lips twitched.
His uncle was already in his thirties but he was still being called as a brat by his grandfather. Probably, everyone younger than him and belong to a younger generation than him will all be called as a brat.
Anna blinked her eyes. "Uncle Darian will do that?"
"Of course he will." Old Master Daniels snorted. "I have already given him the instruction. He told me that it'll be ready in less than a week's time."
"How come?" Dylan frowned when he heard his grandfather's words. Would it be so easy to ask for a mansion from those officials and so on. After all, they wouldn't want to give so much power to the rich people in order to have better control in their base.
