Dylan Grant never imagined his mom would overhear him. He had no choice but to say, "I spent some money online to hire a few underlings."
When Nora Ainsworth heard this, she was about to go crazy. "You two are just little kids, and you already have underlings? Where did you get the money?"
"Daddy gave it to us."
"Give it to me!" Nora Ainsworth commanded. No one dared to disobey.
"I know you want to protect yourselves. So, how about this: when you're a bit older, I'll let you guys learn Taekwondo."
"Mommy, what's Taekwondo?"
"It's a kind of martial art. If you practice and get good at it, you'll become really, really powerful."
"Yay!" Elmer Grant clapped his hands. "Then my brother and I will learn that."
"I came to ask you guys, how was Dorothy feeling at kindergarten today?"
"Not good."
"So, did you try to comfort her?"
Dylan Grant nodded. "I did. I used the method Daddy taught me."
Nora broke into a cold sweat. "What... what method?"
