Five-Year Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

[System Divine Nine: Work of a gang? No wonder the time limit for this mission is one month. It seems to be a little challenging. Moreover, it involves children. I'm afraid it has something to do with some shady deals. ]

"That's right. We can't just watch this surveillance video."

Lauren did not realize that she had spoken out her conversation with System Divine Nine. Usually, she would communicate with him directly in her heart. This time, she was too engrossed and accidentally opened her mouth, scaring Ben to death.

Lauren looked at Ben, who was sitting at the side and acting suspiciously. Suddenly, she felt a little sorry for this Mr. Carson..

He had been scared every day for the past one or two days.

"Mr. Carson, did you remember that Auntie's phone number at the amusement park that day?"

Lauren remembered that her name was Yulia Citra.

"Yes, I have her phone number."

"Make an appointment with Auntie Yulia Citra and ask her to bring a few of Lily's personal belongings. You can ask her for things that Lily often uses or clothes that she often wears. Ask her to come over tomorrow morning."

Ben agreed and quickly made a call.

Inside the Torres family's mansion.

Franklin and Quinn were having dinner and were very quiet.

The Torres family was usually quiet. With Lauren around for the past few days, so the family was a little livelier. Now, it was quiet again. The servants were not used to it.

Lauren would usually watch TV with them after dinner and discuss the plot.

There were many times when Lauren was right about the development of the story, causing a group of maids and aunties to almost become her little fangirls.

Now, it was empty. There was neither laughter nor noise. Even Mr. Hayes just sat on the side and did not say anything.

Franklin held his bowl and picked on the food in front of him.

When he knew that Lauren had run away from home, he panicked and wondered if he had said too much. A little girl like her might run into some danger.

When he heard Lauren's energetic voice on the phone in the afternoon, he finally calmed down.

"Cough, why isn't anyone talking! Auntie Ann, the duck meat was pretty good today!" Quinn tried to liven up the atmosphere.

Auntie Ann forced a smile. "Master Quinn, that's goose meat."

Quinn replied, "Oh..."

"This cabbage dish was also very delicious today!"

"Master Quinn, that's cabbage mustard..."

Quinn shut up and decided to eat in silence.

Franklin remained expressionless as he sat opposite Quinn.

He had eaten the same dish a few days ago. Why did he feel that it did not taste good today?

His dinner had always been irregular. In the past, he would eat whatever was available in the company. He would simply take a few bites, as he had never felt that there was a difference between good food and bad food.

He had to admit that in the few days he had been having dinner with Lauren, he was already used to having someone serve him food, telling him to eat more and chattering in his ear.

Rather than saying that he enjoyed the food, it was more appropriate to say that he enjoyed the company of someone by his side.

However, as for having someone to accompany him...Quinn was also a human. Why did it feel different?

Franklin raised his eyes and looked at Quinn. Quinn immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

"Franklin...why are you looking at me in this manner?"

Franklin stretched out his hand with his chopsticks, he picked up a piece of meat that Quinn was about to pick up. He put it into his mouth and chewed.

"It's nothing, I just feel that you're not human."

Quinn thought, "Are you being polite?"

Knowing that he was in the wrong, Quinn silently endured his brother's unreasonable insult.

After eating, Franklin went upstairs and ignored Quinn's invitation to watch TV programme. Mr. Hayes also went upstairs.

In the study room, the medieval clock hanging on the wall was ticking rhythmically.

"Master Franklin, I have something to show you." Mr. Hayes followed Franklin into the study room.

"What's wrong, Mr. Hayes?"

To the Torres family, Mr. Hayes was an elder. Franklin treated Mr. Hayes like his own family.

Mr. Hayes took out the key, which Lauren had given him this morning, from his pocket.

"Master Franklin, take a look at this."

There was only one light on in the study. The light was a little dim, but the luster of the key could still be seen clearly.

Franklin grew up in an extremely luxurious family environment. He had seen many good things, so he could tell at a glance that this key was very valuable.

He weighed it for a moment. It had some weight.

Mr. Hayes saw the doubt in Franklin's eyes and took the initiative to explain.

"This afternoon, before Miss Torres went out, she said that she wanted to give me a gift. So she gave me this key."

"Miss Torres said that this key is..."

Mr. Hayes took out the small note that Lauren gave him.

"It's the key to this house."