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“You heard everything?”

Emma Martin’s angel-like face was red as an apple.

David Bishop’s hand slowly rubbed the young girl’s lovely hair as he said, in a gentle voice, “Emma, I will take good care of you in the future.”

“If you dare bully me in the future, I’ll snip it off.”

Emma Martin glared at David Bishop, assuming a posture of cutting off David Bishop’s little brother