I turned back to glance at Tyler, then looked at Grayson and faintly said, "Mr. Grayson, I'm not sure if you like watching movies, but I've planned some entertainment programs for you. They'll probably begin soon. I hope you'll have a fun time watching.”
Grayson could somewhat guess that I was about to do some really unpleasant things, so his expression sank. "Wanda, you're now the Schumans' daughter. I'm of the same generation as your father, so you should treat me as your uncle."
I smirked. "I've been rude, Uncle Grayson. Please forgive me."
Grayson frowned. "I know you're mad at us, but the Schumans are specifically holding this banquet for you. I'm sure you’ve seen how much the Schumans value you. Don't ruin this banquet.”
He could guess that I was about to cause trouble!
My right finger moved, and after a very long time, I said, "You said it yourself, Grayson, that this banquet i s held specifically for me. Since I'm the main character, I'm allowed to do whatever I want, no?”
Grayson was just about to say something when Petra stopped him. "Stop it, Grayson. Just let her do
whatever she wants. No matter what she does, we deserve it."
She pulled Grayson away after saying that.
I looked at their backs with a complicated expression, not knowing what was wrong with them. Why had they suddenly repented?
Was it simply because of the fact that I had officially become the daughter of the Schumans that they were s o lenient with me?
Tyler walked over. "What are you thinking about?"
"They're suddenly very philosophical. Do you know why?"
Tyler looked down. "Not sure."
I looked at the second floor, hesitating all of a sudden.
"It's a good thing that they're philosophical. This ends here. From now on, they'll not give you trouble
anymore." Tyler grabbed my shoulder. "What’s your decision?"
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