Chapitre 88: SYLUS: Questions For Amadeo

My eye twitched. 

"Caden!" I snapped at the idiot Caden who smirked at me, and I turned to my father. "She's not my child. She's a little girl related to Harley. Something happened at the orphanage she was staying in—she wasn't safe there, so I had to let her stay with us." 

"How old is she?" Christophe asked. 

I shrugged. "5? 6?" And added, "But don't worry. She's not like most kids. Pretty smart, actually. And—" 

My phone rang, and I answered. 

"Boss, I'm outside with her." 

I hung up the call and left the vault room, up the stairs, and all the way to the very door that led out of the house. Leo was waiting at the gate. He didn't look anything good, completely pale, probably having thought he'd be a goner by now. After all, he didn't keep Harley safe like I wanted him to.