Hiding the Twins from Their Billionaire Father

32. It’s Mine

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After searching fruitlessly, Kara finally asked Philip. Knowing that Frank confiscated the chocolate, she was stunned.

‘What’s really going on in his brain? Can’t he let me be happy?’

With furrowed brows, Kara approached Frank. As soon as she saw him enjoying the chocolate, her jaw dropped. “Sir, why are you eating that chocolate?”

Instead of answering, Frank shoved another chocolate ball into his mouth.

“Sir?!”

Frank frowned. One of his hands rose to rub his ear. “This is an office, not a zoo. Why did you shout like that?”

Kara raised her chin slightly. “That’s because you didn’t answer my question.”

“I give you time to introspect. Since I gave you leeway, you started to make trouble.”

Kara blinked in surprise. “What trouble? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Frank snorted lightly. He got up from the chair and walked to Kara.

You broke all my rules. Still don’t want to admit it?”

As Kara furrowed her brows, Frank leaned forward to meet her gaze.

“Didn’t I ask you not to tie your hair? You like showing off my kiss

marks there, hmm?”

Kara’s body suddenly stiffened. Her eyes shook slightly. She thought the rule was expired, but apparently not?

“Besides,” Frank continued, “you dared to answer calls during work hours. You’ve already broken two rules.”

“But it’s from my mother. It’s important,” Kara argued with round, doll- like eyes.

Hearing that rebuttal, Frank raised an eyebrow. “Look, you also dare to reply to what I said. The list of your mistakes is long, Kara Martin. And you know what’s the most fatal? You forgot to keep your distance.”

Kara tilted her head and started to figure out which limit the man

meant.

“I don’t feel like I’m violating that point. So far, I’ve only been following the orders you gave me. Is it possible for me to wipe your hair or apply ointment from a meter away? Do you think I have sloth’s arms?”

“It’s not about that, but your distance to Ben.”

Kara shook her head slowly as her confusion deepened. “Is one meter still not enough?”

“Being in the same building is still too close, let alone one meter. You even teased him on purpose with that scary smile of yours.”

Kara pensively observed Frank’s expression. She didn’t believe her judgment.

“Sir, do you think I’m a secretary or something else? You’re acting like a man who’s jealous of his girlfriend. You can’t be interested in me, can you?”

Frank was stunned. His heart just exploded. Was he being too

obvious? “Of course not.”

“Then, please return my chocolate. If you want to punish me, just give me additional tasks. I will definitely work on it and I promise I will not

Frank snorted lightly. The more Kara wanted Ben’s gift, the bigger his annoyance was. “I can’t. I already ate it.”

Kara’s patience was getting thin. Ben gave the chocolate to Louis and Emily. She didn’t like it when others took away her children’s rights, even if it’s their own father.

“Just give me the rest!”

Kara went around the CEO’s desk then closed the box casually. However, before she could lift it, Frank grabbed the other side of the box.

“Put your hands away. This is already mine,” Frank emphasized with knitted eyebrows.

“No. This is mine. Mister Wilson gave it to me.” Kara tried to pull the box.

However, Frank kept pushing the box to stay on the table. Seeing its shape started to change, Kara grimaced. Emily wouldn’t like it if the beautiful package was damaged.

“Let it go, Sir! You ruin the box!”

“I won’t!” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Kara increased her strength. She tried to lift the box with both hands.”

Give it to me!”

Suddenly, there was a tearing sound. As the box split in half, Kara staggered and her elbow accidentally hit the man’s jaw.

“Aargh!”

While Frank grimaced, Kara stared at him with wide eyes and open mouth. “Look at what you’ve done. You spilled my chocolate, Sir!”

“You care more about that cheap chocolate than my face?” Frank

snapped between his irregular breaths. His blood was boiling. In his entire life, no one had ever hit his jaw that hard.

In response, Frank raised his hand to Kara’s hair tie. He knew that Kara really liked it.

Knowing his bad intention, Kara rebelled. She tried to stop him from pulling her hair tie.

“Why do you attack me, Sir? You want to avenge? But I didn’t mean to hit you! That’s an accident.” Kara’s voice could be heard from outside of the room.

“Oh, no. Young Master must be very angry,” one of the guards

whispered. They had crowded around the door, taking turns peering inside.

“Should we go in now? Our job is to protect him.”

“I don’t think so,” Philip sighed uncertainly. “He would not like to be interrupted at a time like this. We better wait until he calls.”

Suddenly, someone cleared their throat behind their back. Knowing who it was, all the guards gasped. Rowan Harper had been standing there with a probing gaze, along with his assistant and personal bodyguard!

“What happens?”

The guards gaped wordlessly. They didn’t know what to do nor to say. Not getting an answer, Rowan checked inside himself.

“Sir, stop grabbing me! I’m a woman. Aren’t you ashamed as a man?” Kara sighed in despair. She had been “wrestling” with Frank for a few seconds, but her face was already red. Sweat was beading on her

forehead.

JONUS

“You think I’ll just keep quiet after you slapped me?” Frank was still after Kara’s hair tie.

Tired of enduring the attacks, Kara finally jumped, grabbing Frank’s hair with one hand. The man spontaneously tilted his head to match the direction of the pull. Right at that moment, his eyes widened. His grandfather was standing at the door with his eyes bulging in disbelief!

“Frank Harper!”

Kara flinched at the boiling tone of voice. She looked to the side. An old man was staring at her like a lion preparing to tear apart its prey.

“Grandpa?” Frank sighed softly.

Hearing that call, Kara held her breath and released her grip. The man she saw had killed many people to protect his family’s secret. If his grandson was hurt, he certainly would be pissed off. Was it possible that Kara could escape the punishment?

“All of you,” Rowan pointed at Frank’s bodyguards, “line up!”

In an instant, the men in black suits stood in a parallel line facing Rowan. A moment later, a slap landed on Philip’s face. The youngest bodyguard did not move even though a trace of redness appeared on his cheek. Kara could only watch it with wide eyes.

“Does it hurt?” Rowan asked, raising his eyebrows. His hands were folded behind his back.

“Yes, Sir,” Philip answered loudly.

“Are you embarrassed to be slapped by an old man like me in front of so many people?”

Philip swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”

“Then why did you let a girl beat my grandson?”

5.6

Rowan’s voice was not loud, but piercing and deep. All the guards almost bowed down.