It was ten minutes past 7 a.m. at the De Santos family mansion.

Leon sat with a sour expression at the end of the table. He no longer had a fever.

"Mom," he said suddenly, putting down his spoon loudly, "can I ask you something?"

Mrs. Hansel, sitting elegantly across from him, glanced briefly while stirring her tea. “Go ahead, Leon. What do you want to ask?”

“Why did Mommy pay that girl such a high price?” Leon waved his hands wildly. “Three billion a month? And there’s an additional bonus if she completes the contract for a year!”

Mrs. Hansel sighed. “Leon, Mommy has no other choice. This is...