I'd really like to flay the skin off certain people. How can they be so shameless?
Xavier seemed oblivious to his young one's emotions. He held Chloe steadily in his arms, his posture relaxed. Since Chloe's arrival at the Military Academy, father and daughter had rarely had such "harmonious" and "relaxed" moments. Xavier was thoroughly enjoying it.
Of course, this was ignoring the four little shadows trailing behind them.
Xavier stopped walking and turned around. The four young ones behind him immediately scrambled onto a long table, frantically stuffing their mouths with food.
Xavier: "..."
Seeing this, Chloe couldn't help but bluntly say, "Stop pretending. Your acting is terrible."
Qin Huaibei and the others acted as if they hadn't heard, continuing their voracious feeding frenzy.
Chloe: "..."
Whatever, let them be.
She turned her head and continued negotiating with a bunch of people whose names she couldn't recall.
Unlike before, their praises for Chloe were now genuine.
Her performance at the Joint Military Academy Competition was plain for all to see.
One Werewolf Race officer even said with full admiration, "As expected of the Ancestor's young one. She's truly cunning and devious in her actions!"
Everyone: "..."
Xavier: "?"
Chloe, unfazed, smiled and said, "Thank you, Uncle."
This was truly the highest compliment for her.
She, Chloe, was indeed such a cunning and shameless character.
A satisfied smile spread across the young one's face.
Xavier glanced down at the obviously delighted Chloe, and ultimately decided to let this loose-lipped Werewolf Race officer off the hook.
"...Good, well done."
With that, Xavier turned and left with his entourage.
After turning everyone to his side, it might be best not to keep Chloe by his side for now.
Cunning and devious, this little rascal truly took pride in it.
Xavier felt an unusual headache coming on.
He set Chloe down.
Returning to her normal young one's height, Chloe looked around somewhat bewildered, instinctively grabbing Xavier's hand.
He paused slightly, then his eyes filled with a smile:
"Be good, walk on your own."
It was a pity she couldn't see the obvious parting in others' hair anymore.
Chloe's face showed a regretful expression, and she said reluctantly, "Alright."
Xavier watched her for a moment, about to say something, but suddenly stopped.
He straightened up, stern-faced, looking around.
Those guests secretly peeking quickly averted their gazes.
Only then did Xavier squat down again, taking out a few bottles of medicine from his pocket:
"Take these. Mix them with warm water and drink after you get back."
"What are these?" Chloe took the medicine, asking hopefully, "Are they the kind that help grow teeth?"
Hearing this, the corners of Xavier's lips twitched, "No, you ate too much cold seafood tonight. It's not good for your body."
He extended his long fingers and tapped on the medicine in Chloe's hand: "These will help replenish what you've lost."
Hearing this answer, Chloe was slightly disappointed:
"Alright."
"Then what about my teeth?"
Speaking of this, Chloe's face fell dejectedly. She then opened her mouth, feeling her sharp fangs, and mumbled:
"I think it's all your fault."
Xavier raised an eyebrow; he couldn't refute this point.
He stood up and patted Chloe's back: "Go find Kewen, he recently got a Vampire dentist certificate."
Hearing this, Chloe's eyes first lit up, but then she remembered something: "Has he gotten his driver's license yet?"
Xavier: "...No."
Chloe pouted: "He has time to get a dentist certificate but no time for a driver's license?"
"Next time, don't let him pick me up. I don't want to be blown by the wind all the way on his motorcycle."
Xavier laughed: "Alright."
He ruffled Chloe's hair a couple of times: "Go find Kewen, he's outside."
Xavier pointed in a direction.
It was outside the banquet hall of the No.1 Military Academy.
Just right to be away from the hustle and bustle.
Chloe still had doubts about this: "Can he really help with my teeth?"
Xavier: "Don't worry, why do you think he got that dentist certificate?"
As his words fell, Chloe understood.
"Okay." She hugged Xavier, then turned around and eagerly ran towards the outside of the banquet hall.
The young one's figure grew more distant, her long black hair bouncing with each skip, looking exceptionally lively.
Only when her silhouette completely vanished did Xavier's smile fade.
He turned around, looking at the young one who had silently approached at some point, his expression inscrutable:
"Let's talk."
...
Xavier didn't know how to describe his current feelings.
The fellow before him was personally selected by him to be Chloe's sworn protector, but at the same time, he also regretted this decision.
He could sense that Anderson's ambition was great, not just content with being an obedient sworn protector by Chloe's side.
Xavier found a secluded corner.
The banquet hall had many such places, with a long sofa and a table full of liquors and sweets placed in dimly lit, unnoticed areas for colleagues who didn't wish to socialize.
Xavier and Anderson were there.
Xavier sat, but grudgingly only allowed Anderson to stand.
The young one's body, wrapped in military school uniform, was somewhat slender.
Xavier held a wine glass, his dark red eyes slightly narrowed:
"The Francis Family has been contacting me recently. They want you."
Anderson looked up at him and smiled faintly: "I see."
The young one's demeanor didn't seem surprised at all, not even bothering to widen the smile on his lips.
As if no matter what the Francis Family did, it had nothing to do with him.
This was really abnormal.
It's worth noting that even in Xavier's eyes, the wealth accumulated by the Francis Family over the years was enough to make one envious.
Even if their intentions for wanting Anderson back were impure, it was indisputable that if Anderson returned, the title of the Duke's son would be enough for him to stand on equal footing with Chloe.
Xavier suppressed his doubts: "Don't you have anything you want to say?"
Anderson smiled: "What does Your Grace want me to say?"
"..." Xavier's smile faded, "Don't play coy with me. I don't believe you're not tempted by the Francis Family."
Anderson's expression was calm: "Your Grace seems to have misunderstood something. Whether I am a member of the Francis Family or not, I will always serve Little Miss until the end of my life."
Hearing this, Xavier sneered: "Anyone can say pretty words."
His face clearly wrote - I don't believe you.
Anderson still had little expression; when facing anyone other than Chloe, he was habitually as cold as ice:
"It's not just flattery."
As he spoke, he raised his eyes, his lips slightly curled upward: "If the young lady requires it, I can offer the entire Francis Family."
"Without reservation."
Something flickered in Xavier's eyes.
He crossed his legs:
"You speak boldly, how do you know the Francis Family will definitely be yours?"
Anderson's gaze drifted past Xavier, falling on the candle flickering in the gentle breeze not far away, his voice extremely soft but exceedingly firm:
"One must strive to obtain what one desires, is that not so?"
