A certain training center.
Bea dodged the training teacher and was on the phone with Dominic Hawke.
"Dominic, you're causing me trouble again! Why do you have to be so good at drawing? Now mom thinks I have talent and sent me to an interest class!"
He doesn't like drawing!
He wants to go back to playing with bugs!
"Bea, if I couldn't draw, I wouldn't have caught the bad guys who kidnapped you."
Dominic was in the bathroom, scratching his little brows.
Though he felt a bit sorry, it wasn't his fault!
"That's true!"
Bea just grumbled a bit and didn't really blame Dominic.
"Bea, have you seen Charlotte Soo's new suitor? Isn't he less handsome and less wealthy than my dad? Charlotte surely wouldn't like him, right?"
Dominic was holding his small phone, asking the question he'd always wanted to ask.
Aunt Charlotte was so gentle, he felt only his dad was worthy of her.
"Dominic, we may never become a family."
From the other end, Bea pouted a bit, speaking regretfully.
"Why?"
