Lily Shaw had just collected the prize money for first place and was getting ready to leave and go home to sleep, when she was stopped by the event organizer, the Summers Family's Eldest Young Master, Jacob Summers.
"Miss Shaw, I have a presumptuous request…"
Before Jacob could finish, Eldest Young Master Grant cut him off impatiently. "Since it's a presumptuous request, then don't say it. We're in a hurry to go home and make a baby, so move it."
"Pfft…" Connor Grant, hearing his big brother's fierce words, couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
His brother really was a weirdo, actually daring to say something like that out loud. Couldn't he see the daggers shooting out of his sister-in-law's eyes?
If looks could kill, his brother would probably have been murdered by Lily's glare ages ago.
