Kenneth Osborne looked at her lazy demeanor and couldn't help but pinch her cheek, saying, "Stop talking about me. How about you? Where do you plan to go? That Foster Consortium seems to be quite sincere."
Lawrence Winters didn't take the Foster Consortium's tweet seriously at all.
She exclaimed, "When the deities fight, they use us little folks as pawns. Brother Ken, you can't be serious, right?"
Kenneth unexpectedly curled his lips, "So you knew all along?"
"Pfft, how could I not know? I've been traveling around since I was a kid with my uncle. If I couldn't spot these little tricks, my uncle wouldn't have chosen me as his successor." Lawrence tapped her fingers lightly on the table, a confident smile on her lips, thoroughly charming.
"Does your uncle really want you to inherit his mantle?" Kenneth felt a bit worried, "… Can a Heavenly Master get married and have children?"
"Oh, I'd like to… but my uncle won't allow it…" At this point, Lawrence felt a bit crestfallen.
