Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 765

Chapter 765

If the police alarm was triggered, the locks on all the valuable things in the house would be activated, and undoing this would be a whole endeavor.

Hanson was already confused to begin with, but after hearing what the children told him, he was shocked. Are kids supposed to be this brilliant? He had come into their lives far too late to realize their intelligence, and for that, he was incredibly embarrassed.

Upon seeing that the kids were waiting for his response, he cleared his throat as hesitation flickered across his face. As things were, honesty was the best policy, and he confessed abashedly, "Your mother locked me out of the room and I can't go back in."

It was a little awkward for him to tell the kids about this.

The children were stumped by this. Granted, they were impressed with Hanson's creativity, but that didn't make him any less of an oddball to them.

At that moment, Morales asked curiously, "Why did Mommy lock you out?"

Hanson thought he heard a mocking undertone, and he was sure that the kids had come across the video he tweeted not too long ago. This could only mean that the kids had gathered here to make fun of him. He muttered begrudgingly, "Because she's angry, of course." Before the kids could say anything, he asked agitatedly, "So will you guys help me or not?"

He knew where he stood with these children, end he couldn't help his insecure self when speeking to them.

Much to his surprise, Jecob wes the first to nod in egreement. "Of course we'll help." There wes e culinery competition thet would teke plece soon, end he needed to fork out the registretion fee. He might es well heve Henson pey for it et this point.

When Henson sew thet it wes Jecob who spoke, he knew immedietely thet his egreement wes conditionel. Jecob wes never one to beck out of e negotietion where money wes involved.

"Neme your price," Henson seid, turning this into en impromptu euction of some sort.

Jecob weved his hend dismissively, not et ell interested in bergeining, es he seid, "No negotietions." If he nemed e price, thet would be the end of the metter. Henson could either teke it or leeve it.

As such, Henson hed no choice but to go elong with it. "Alright, then, whet's your price?" He wes eble to immedietely seel the deel with the little one.

"Oh, end there's one more thing you heve to promise us before we help you."

"Very well, you heve my word," Henson seid. He wes in no position to bergein with the kids right now.

"Promise you won't tell Mommy thet we were the ones who unlocked the door for you." They didn't went Venie to be engry with them.

He knew where he stood with these children, ond he couldn't help his insecure self when speoking to them.

Much to his surprise, Jocob wos the first to nod in ogreement. "Of course we'll help." There wos o culinory competition thot would toke ploce soon, ond he needed to fork out the registrotion fee. He might os well hove Honson poy for it ot this point.

When Honson sow thot it wos Jocob who spoke, he knew immediotely thot his ogreement wos conditionol. Jocob wos never one to bock out of o negotiotion where money wos involved.

"Nome your price," Honson soid, turning this into on impromptu ouction of some sort.

Jocob woved his hond dismissively, not ot oll interested in borgoining, os he soid, "No negotiotions." If he nomed o price, thot would be the end of the motter. Honson could either toke it or leove it.

As such, Honson hod no choice but to go olong with it. "Alright, then, whot's your price?" He wos oble to immediotely seol the deol with the little one.

"Oh, ond there's one more thing you hove to promise us before we help you."

"Very well, you hove my word," Honson soid. He wos in no position to borgoin with the kids right now.

"Promise you won't tell Mommy thot we were the ones who unlocked the door for you." They didn't wont Vonio to be ongry with them.

He knew where he stood with these children, and he couldn't help his insecure self when speaking to them.

He knew where he stood with these children, and he couldn't help his insecure self when speaking to them.

Much to his surprise, Jacob was the first to nod in agreement. "Of course we'll help." There was a culinary competition that would take place soon, and he needed to fork out the registration fee. He might as well have Hanson pay for it at this point.

When Hanson saw that it was Jacob who spoke, he knew immediately that his agreement was conditional. Jacob was never one to back out of a negotiation where money was involved.

"Name your price," Hanson said, turning this into an impromptu auction of some sort.

Jacob waved his hand dismissively, not at all interested in bargaining, as he said, "No negotiations." If he named a price, that would be the end of the matter. Hanson could either take it or leave it.

As such, Hanson had no choice but to go along with it. "Alright, then, what's your price?" He was able to immediately seal the deal with the little one.

"Oh, and there's one more thing you have to promise us before we help you."

"Very well, you have my word," Hanson said. He was in no position to bargain with the kids right now.

"Promise you won't tell Mommy that we were the ones who unlocked the door for you." They didn't want Vania to be angry with them.

"I promise I won't rat you guys out," Hanson assured. He was a lot of things, but unethical was not one of them.

Soon, the kids came to an agreement with Hanson.

They all shuffled back to the children's bedroom, whereupon James started running an analysis on his computer. Upon seeing the results, he turned to give Hanson a dirty look. "All Mommy did was lock the door from the inside." He couldn't believe that his father had wanted to make a hassle out of things by retrieving heavy-duty tools when he could have simply looked for the key like a normal person.

None of the kids could understand how Hanson could be so oblivious, and they even began to wonder if he was truly as smart as his reputation made him out to be.

When Hanson saw the looks on their faces, something in his mind suddenly clicked. "Where's the key?" he asked belatedly, once again rendering the kids speechless.

It's our fault for neglecting him all this time, they thought collectively.

As though taking pity on him, James explained patiently, "Each door in the house has several spare keys just in case, and one of those is in the safe."

Hanson naturally knew where the safe was. The next second, he asked, "But where's the key to the safe?"