Chapter 98 Destroyer Of Happiness

• "Yeay! We did it!" Emily jumped while throwing her fists. She was proud to see the top of the palace she made using an ice cream cone.
• Louis' face was no less sparkling. His toes kept tickling the ground. "This work of art must be photographed. We must show it to Grandma later. Philip, do you have your phone?"
• The young bodyguard showed the empty pocket of his shorts. "No, Young Master. But wait! I'll take it."