"Great, so let's begin with this — I want you two to make a one-hour post online. In it, you'll recount how badly you've treated me and issue a heartfelt apology. Oh, and I also want a weekly salary."
Marlon's voice was eerily calm, yet his words carried immense weight.
"W-what…" Oswald and Morgana exclaimed at once, stepping back as their mouths fell open.
"You don't seriously expect us to do that…" Morgana muttered, her lips pressing into a thin line.
"You're acting like this, and I haven't even finished listing my demands yet." Marlon's lips curved into a faint, calculating smirk. "So… do you want me to take your family name or not?"
This… he's actually bargaining with us, both of them thought in disbelief. The same son who never dared to meet our eyes before—now he was negotiating as if he owned the place.
But they agreed quickly, keeping their hesitation to themselves.
