"You know Emperor, right? My King’s status is equivalent to his. Unless necessary, it’s best not to inquire excessively about them."
In conversation, York Vaughn seed very wary of "Emperor," not daring to reveal even a shred of crucial information.
"Emperor..." Ann Vaughn whispered the na while looking at York’s reply.
The Emperor.
Ever since she was invited to join this forum, she knew nothing more about Emperor other than he was the founder of the forum and held imnse authority.
Every ti "Emperor" was ntioned, people in the forum would imdiately stop speaking, fearing even the slightest discussion or disrespect regarding him.
Ann Vaughn wondered why people in the forum, all possessing either special talents or top-tier expertise in their fields, were so afraid of soone who wouldn’t even bother showing his face?
Moreover, she and "My King" were strangers, yet he repeatedly helped her out of predicants. Why was that?
Could it also be because of her research analysis on various viruses?
On the other side, in the children’s room at the end of the second floor.
If Ann Vaughn were standing here now, she might have her questions answered perfectly.
My King: You have to help watch those bastards; don’t let them steal away my Little Rose!
Emperor: ...
Emperor: Sure, give the weapon blueprints tomorrow.
My King: We agreed on the day after tomorrow, yet you’re making things difficult for a child!
Emperor: You’re the only child in the world who dares to negotiate with .
The light from the computer screen illuminated Kenny’s puffed up, cute face, as his small chubby hands typed on the keyboard, "There are so minor issues on the blueprints that need correction; by tomorrow night at the latest."
If he didn’t need to monitor the forum often, he wouldn’t need him at all!
After sending the ssage, it took a while for Emperor to respond: OK.
After logging out of the forum, Kenny stood on tiptoes to pull out a carefully drawn blueprint from the bookshelf.
The blueprint contained detailed descriptions from small parts to the overall machine, including material notes. Anyone knowledgeable would be astonished at a glance.
It had already surpassed ordinary or superior machinery criteria; even a small leak would stir up turmoil.
Moreover, it was crafted by the hands of a little baby.
In fact, Kenny’s initial intention was rely to alleviate so of Ann Vaughn’s material burdens, which led him to these involvents.
But ever since he inadvertently heard a conversation between Mommy and Uncle Jennings.
Mommy was being closely monitored internationally because she resolved several virus infection cases.
While this seed good to outsiders.
Kenny had been traveling the world with Ann Vaughn since he could walk, visiting countries plagued by disease and witnessing people hideously infected by viruses.
Just like Sherry’s casual remark to him, the greater the honor, the greater the danger.
It was then Kenny realized how dangerous Mommy’s work was, and as the only man in the family, he wanted to grow strong enough to protect Mommy well.
Sir Kenny pondered deeply and then his tummy let out a rumbling sound.
Wondering if Uncle Jennings had finished cooking...
"Boom! Bang—"
A familiar explosion sound ca from the kitchen downstairs.
Kenny: "..."
Oh, the third kitchen explosion, successful and perfect!
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No need to ntion dinner, Sir Kenny politely invited Sutton Jennings out of the kitchen, then shut the kitchen door without rcy.
Leaving the kitchen to Sherry, who had been with Ann Vaughn for two years.
Half an hour later, four dishes and a soup were served.
"J.B., go call your Mommy downstairs for dinner." Sherry carried out the final dish, smiling kindly at Kenny.
Kenny was about to respond when Sutton Jennings, who was about to go upstairs, stopped and said, "No need, I’ll go upstairs to fetch sothing and call Annie down in the process."
Kenny stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at Sutton Jennings, "Hmm," he uttered.
Sherry placed the dish down, saw Kenny’s conflicted look, walked over to pat his head, "J.B., what’s troubling you?"
"Kenny isn’t worried; the one who should be concerned is Uncle Jennings!" Kenny’s cute little face showed a cunning smile, "A man who can’t cook can’t chase after my Mommy, and Kenny won’t agree first!"
"You..." Sherry smiled lovingly, intending to advise him, as she had witnessed Sutton Jennings’ devotion to Ann Vaughn over the years.
She had served the Sheridan Family for over twenty years, initially feeling uneasy when the eldest master tasked her with taking care of a woman.
However, Ann Vaughn never treated her as a servant of the family, always ensuring she had a share of good things, like she was family.
Naturally, Sherry, too, treated her and Kenny as family from the heart, staying attentive to both urgent and mundane matters.
Moreover, there was another reason...
But recalling Sutton Jennings’ recent fervor in the kitchen explosion, Sherry decided to stay silent.
Upstairs.
Ann Vaughn was reviewing experintal data related to cells when the door behind her sounded, without looking back, she said, "Co in."
The door opened, and Sutton Jennings, now in casual wear, stepped in, his charm shining as he caught sight of Ann Vaughn’s silhouette, softening suddenly.
Sutton Jennings paced closer, picked up the materials beside her, glanced a few sheets, and pointed out an error, "Two letters are missing in the formula here."
"Huh? Where?" Ann Vaughn leaned over to take a look, then combining them as Sutton Jennings suggested, sure enough, the previous formula was wrong, with many parts of the docuntation flawed.
She frowned, "What’s going on with Country A, sending docunts like this with so many errors, lacking sincerity."
This docunt recorded the state of epidemics in Country A and included analysis reports from its dical academy.
But Ann Vaughn hadn’t expected that even when seeking help, they’d act like they’re in a spy thriller, creating nurous loopholes in the docuntation, wary of others seeing it.
"These stubborn old fogies." Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but mutter, placing the flawed docunt aside, "If you hadn’t noticed, don’t know how much ti I’d waste proofreading. Brother Shane, you have a knack for these things, want to try venturing into the dical field?"
She didn’t realize she was leading a prominent figure astray.
"Although I have no insight into these matters, having seen a lot, sowhat integrated so comprehension." Sutton Jennings laughed lightly, helping her organize the reagent bottles, "But pioneering into the dical field, that’s far off."
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