"What?" Sparkle turned her head impatiently to glare at him.
"Come back home."
"No way!"
"You don't have the right to refuse."
"Evan Saint, I'm not your slave. What makes you think you can restrict me?"
"Stellaris Apartments costs ten thousand a night, not to mention the mess at the banquet hall..."
Before he could finish speaking, Sparkle was crying and hugging his leg, "Mr. Saint, I was wrong, please let me live at home."
Being broke really lowers your pride!
Evan Saint looked down and patted her head, "Good girl—"
"Bad woman, that's my dad, don't call him dad!" Sean Saint hugged Evan's other leg with a strong sense of crisis.
"Okay, you can have him back, you petty brat."
"You're the petty one!"
"You are."
"You are."
...
Seeing the two of them arguing again, Evan Saint pulled them up, one on each side, "I've asked the butler to find a professional tutor for you. Training starts at home tomorrow."
Sparkle was stunned, looking at him quite puzzled, "Why?"
