Chapter 1796

Jordan didn't know what to say. This kid got wilder by the day.

"Clean up. Dinner's soon," he said, tossing his keys to the driver. "Go grab my luggage."

"Yes, sir," the driver replied.

Lillian tilted her head. "Uncle Jordan, are you moving in? Are my parents gone long?"

"Things are messy overseas," Jordan replied, ruffling her hair. "They're sorting it out. If it's bad, could take a while. If not, two weeks tops. Worry about your PE grade instead. Your teacher said you failed 800 meters again."

"Mom says don't be too perfect at school." Lillian shrugged, popping a lollipop in her mouth. "Gotta blend in. Or everyone would freak out."

She hated running anyway.

Jordan got it. Marion's brutal training left her puking as a kid. Now she avoided it unless forced.

And she was too fast. The girls' 800-meter topped out at 2:50 for great.

Lillian could hit 2:15, thanks to her killer genes and grind. But she was too chill and honest to show off, so she tanked it.

"Then don't take it," Jordan said, all doting. "Your scores are near perfect anyway. PE won't stop you from a top college."

Solomon chimed in, "Uncle Jordan, what's the overseas mess? Big enough for Uncle Marion and Aunt Debra to go themselves?"

Fermin and Liza usually handled that stuff. This felt off.

Jordan knew these kids weren't dumb anymore. Still, he couldn't tell them about the Illuminati.

"Just some work," he said casually. "Do you want me to send you to them? They're at Fermin's place. Bet they'd love the company."

"Sounds fun. Let's go," Lillian cheered.

Solomon clapped a hand over her mouth. "No way. She's kidding."

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confused.

Liza was nice. Fermin couldn't be any worse.

Debra and Marion arrived at the Eaton Mansion.

It had been years, but the place hadn't changed much.

"Dear guests, Mr. Eaton is upstairs," Verna greeted them, leading the way.

She knocked on the door to the study room. "Sir, they're here."