Anastasia nodded, leaning against his chest.
Harrison chuckled again. “You shouldn't call Barnett by his name anymore. You should call him Uncle now.”
It finally dawned on Anastasia, and she mumbled in embarrassment, “Oh, right. It’s just a habit.”
She was very fond of Barnett. From the moment they met, he embodied the image of the ideal elder she had always admired. She never imagined that one day her fantasy would come true.
She couldn't help but wonder, if Barnett was this wonderful, then her father must be a good man too, right?
Lost in her turbulent thoughts, the car arrived at the airport.
Barnett was already there. Spotting their car, he walked over.
Anastasia got out and instinctively glanced around.
Knowing who she was looking for, Barnett said, “Don't be anxious. He hasn't arrived yet, but it should be soon.”
“Oh.” Anastasia nodded. “Didn't you just call him? How… how is he getting here so quickly?”
Barnett looked at her gently. “He wanted to see you as soon as possible, so he used his private jet.”
Anastasia’s mouth fell open, but she didn’t know what to say. “How much longer?” she asked.
Barnett glanced at his watch. “About ten minutes.”
Meanwhile, on the private jet Barnett mentioned, there were three people.
“We’re about to meet our sister? I wonder if she’s cute and well-behaved.”
The speaker was a young woman with a commanding presence, her tone filled with anticipation.
Beside her was a young man of the same age, with equally striking features, though he was frowning slightly. “Ugh, why does it have to be a sister? Doesn’t that mean I can’t roughhouse with her? I hope she’s not like that girl from the Lockwood family, crying at the slightest touch.”


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