"I appreciate your efforts in helping my career, as well as you keeping Hailie happy. But if you are so concerned about the timetable differences between you and my little sister, then you can come live at our mansion."
Eirlys said blankly and coldly, as if that was the most normal invite ever, to just let a random pervert she only met once live with them, maybe she wasn't threatened because I'm not a fat 50-year-old IT guy? Oh you sweet summer child.
"Wouldn't your parents say anything?" I asked, recalling how unlike most filthy rich people, the Sonders were not divorced.
"They live in a seperate mansion." Eirlys answered casually.
I paused, staring at her for a good five seconds.
"You guys own two mansions?"
"If you only count domestic, correct."
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Yeah no I'm not asking any further. I will just… Yeah, no, ignorance is bliss, ignorance is bliss, let us be reminded of that, ignorance is bliss.
