Louis's judgment shifted—this might not be Young Master Alex's mansion, but simply some kind of "luxury daycare," because Alex wasn't the only child here.
Looking into the room, he saw a group of children around six to ten years old. At the center stood a boy holding a bright red toy car decorated with lightning bolts on both sides, his face full of arrogant defiance.
On the floor lay a slightly chubby boy who immediately scrambled up upon seeing the door open. His body wobbled like a giant roly-poly toy as he cried out at the top of his lungs:
"Mr. A! Alex took my toy, waaaah sob sob sob!"
The standing boy had bright blond hair and gray eyes. He was thin, hands on his hips, lips curled in a smirk. "Your toy? All the toys here are mine. You are my servants, so you'd better learn your place."
