The phone on the table was a walkie-talkie for emergency purposes, to call my guards in case of any problems. I quickly went to grab the cell phone, giving Asher the opportunity to enter. I dialed the number, making the alarm of the apartment start sounding.

While Asher, on the other hand, just stood there, didn't even panic, as he was just staring at my twin sons, still in shock.

My personal guard rushed in, together with some of the apartment securities, while I took my notepad.

"What is it, ma?" my guard asked, looking confused as he stared at Asher, confused, together with the other securities who were also...