Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 614

Alistair waved a hand. "No need to rush. We still have twenty days. Let's call Gabriel and Fenton back, and we can brainstorm together."

"Exactly, we'll brainstorm. Worst case scenario, Silas, don't you have a son? Make him figure something out."

"Don't mention that little punk. Refused to inherit my legacy and insisted on becoming some hacker instead. It's infuriating!"

Magnus offered a soothing tone. "Don't say that. He's doing critical work for the country; it's an honorable path. Besides, hasn't Stella already inherited your legacy?"

"True. Thank God for Little Star." Mentioning his star pupil immediately brought a proud grin back to Silas's face.

The three old men continued bickering and chatting until, forty minutes later, Stella's voice boomed from the dining room. "Dinner's ready!"

With both stoves going at once, she had worked quickly. Five dishes and a soup were laid out, flawless in color, aroma, and taste.

Silas nudged Alistair. "The girl's done cooking. Go fetch the good stuff."

"Alright, I'll go. But nobody takes a bite until I get back, or you won't get a single drop. It'll just be me and the kid drinking while you two drool."

Silas scoffed. "Please. If you don't pour me a glass, I'll just take it. It's not like you can beat me in a fight."

Alistair sneered right back. "So what if I can't beat you? Little Star won't just stand by and watch you hit me. I bet you can't even take her in a fight anymore, can you?"

Magnus, ever the peacemaker, stepped in. "Enough, both of you. I'll stand guard. Nobody eats early. If anyone sneaks a bite, I'll throw mud in the food. Happy?"

"Hmph!"

"Hmph!"

The two stubborn men, pushing a combined age of two hundred, snorted in unison and stomped off in opposite directions.

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