"Oh?"
Jackson's eyebrows arched slightly; things were getting more interesting by the minute.
"Keep digging until you find out who knocked them out."
"Got it."
...
After ending the call, Jackson sauntered back into the private dining room, where Fiona was still engrossed in her meal. She didn't even glance up when he returned, but a hint of a smile tugged at her lips.
Once they finished eating, Fiona patted her stomach with satisfaction, then looked over at Jackson, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Thanks for dinner, Uncle."
"Uncle?" Jackson leaned forward, his dark eyes narrowing while his slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the table.
Even though Mikey was usually full of bravado, he was a bit taken aback by Jackson's commanding presence.
Adam, sipping his water leisurely, nearly choked when he heard their banter.
"Jackson, you're getting up there, huh!" Adam chuckled so hard he was almost in tears.
Fiona seemed blissfully unaware of the charged atmosphere, innocently explaining to Jackson, "Well, you must be, like, twenty-five or twenty-six, right? I'm only seventeen, so calling you 'uncle' seems fitting, doesn't it?"
"But..." Fiona's eyes sparkled with mischief, her fair fingers thoughtfully stroking her chin. "If you want to feel younger, I can call you 'brother.'"
Calling him "brother" would be nice, but "uncle" has its own quirky charm!
Jackson: "..."
What are young girls even thinking these days?
Adam had never seen Jackson at such a loss before, and he was laughing so hard he could barely sit upright.
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