Hiding the Twins from Their Billionaire Father novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179 S2| The Quarrel
Barbara clenched her fists. Her eyes were red with anger. However, Philip was not afraid. Instead, he gave her an innocent smile.

“Now, if you want to stay here in peace, behave yourself. I will call you Young Lady when you are fit in.”

Barbara's breath became louder. In her entire life, no one had ever insulted her like that. “I will report you to my mother. Let's see who should behave."

"You still want to report me even though the results are guaranteed to be nil?"

While Barbara fell silent, Philip nodded his head. "Okay. Just do what you want to do, and I will do what I want too. Say good bye to my help.”

Barbara gasped. She just remembered her original purpose of meeting Philip.

"If I don't report you, will you help me?" Barbara asked hesitantly as the man returned to his chair.

Philip glanced while holding back a smile. He didn't believe that the arrogant girl could soften that easy. “What do you need from me?”

Barbara looked away. Her lips were slightly forward. “Make me a portfolio.”

One of Philip's eyebrows rose. "Do you want to apply for a job?"

Barbara met his gaze. “My brother wants to consider which position is suitable for me at Savior. Can you or not?"

"Of course I can. Creating a portfolio is easy.”

Before Philip had time to speak at length, Barbara put her laptop on the table. "Good! Call me when you're done." Without further ado, she walked away.

"Wait!" Philip got up from the chair again. When Barbara turned around, Philip had his arms crossed.

“Do you know what a portfolio is?” he asked, testing.

Barbara avoided Philip's gaze again. “Information about a person's accomplishments,” she answered before returning her gaze.

“Then why did you leave your laptop with me? You think I know you? I don't even know your educational history and background. Do you want me to write freely?"

Barbara's lips pursed. Her eyebrows knitted together. She shouldn't ask for help from his brother's confidants.

“The documents are on my laptop. You just have to look for it."

Philip snorted a laugh. His head suddenly felt itchy. “Here’s the deal. I'll give you the important points. The rest, you can arrange it yourself."

Barbara snorted. Before she could comment, Philip raised his watch and narrowed his eyes.

“In half an hour, Young Master and Young Lady will wake up. If you need monitoring from me, you should immediately turn on the laptop. Tomorrow is a working day. There will be no chance for me to help you like this.”

Barbara grimaced slightly. While grumbling, she turned on the laptop.

Philip secretly smiled observing her movements. After giving the girl a guide, he sent a message to Frank.

“Report, Boss. Your guess is correct. Your half-sister is putting together a portfolio with me.”

Receiving no reply, Philip closed the chat box. He knew exactly what his master was doing in the room. Whether it's just a hallucination or whether it's true, the window glass in Frank's room was a little foggy. He suspected that the temperature inside was much hotter than outside.

***

Feeling tickled by the breath on her shoulder, Kara opened her eyes. Frank immediately greeted her with a sweet smile.

"Did I wake you up?" Frank stroked her arm.

Kara turned around. She glanced briefly at the wall clock and shook her head gently. "No. It's time to wake up. The twins have schedule for swimming class."

Watching Kara put on her swimsuit, Frank smiled faintly. Lazily, he joined in putting on clothes.

A few minutes later, Frank was sitting in his study, dealing with the sheets of paper in front of him. His expression was flat. The girl sitting across the table had a hard time figuring out what was going on in his mind.

"So, what position can I fill?" Barbara folded her arms on the table. Her head tilted forward, as if the answer was in her brother's face.

"Your achievements are not bad." Frank put down the portfolio and pressed it with his index finger. "It's not as bad as I thought."

The corners of Barbara's lips rose slightly. "Yeah, you shouldn't have looked down on me, Brother."

"But, in all my life, I've never heard of all these competitions. Did you make them up or what?"

Barbara's expression froze. After a blink, she shrugged. "They’re all real. If you don't believe me, just ask Mom or check the trophies on our shelves. You can find the proof."

Snorting, Frank turned back to the list. "Party dress design contest, best fashion designer competition, best new designer of the year. All of these are gray."

"But I did win," Barbara said firmly.

Frank took a quick breath. "Then prove it."

He handed her a piece of blank paper. "Sketch a party dress in 60 seconds."

Barbara's eyes widened. Her pupils fluttered as Frank put a pencil in front of her.

"Come on!” Frank urged. “I don't have much time. Prove it!"

Barbara accepted it with furrowed brows. "Okay, just wait and see! You will be amazed by my abilities.”

Frank smiled and set the stopwatch. "Well then, you can start ... now."