Chapter 1967


    Everyone in the room was so stunned they could hardly speak.


    Arabe was both Queena and the violin virtuoso Jamie Noelle?


    Who on earth was this celestial being?


    “Today’s Be’s homing feast, and you old coots just have to vie for her attention, huh? She’s


    better off with me. My cooking skills—if I pass them on to her, she could whip up delicious meals for


    herself every day! Now that''s what I call a serious lifestyle upgrade!”


    Uriah’s deration earned an eye roll from Regan. “The stuff Be makes is leagues tastier than your


    grub. Besides, you think Romeo would let her step into the kitchen? The girl''s got top-notch chefs at


    her beck and call.”


    “Think a bunch of chefs can hold a candle to me?” Uriah huffed, his pride bruised. After all, he was a


    maestro in the kitchen!


    If Arabe were to inherit his culinary mantle, both her cooking prowess and her agility would skyrocket


    her standard of living!


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    “Enough, enough, no more squabbling. Be’s the rightful heir to my legacy,” Thomas interjected to


    mediate.


    “And what? Spend her days tinkering with your gadgets and racing cars? Or turn into a hacker?”


    Regan’sment ruffled Thomas’s feathers. “Racing cars is a stress-buster! It’s super cool for a girl to


    drive a race car. Just ask the live stream viewers. And what''s wrong with hacking? Fancy hacking any


    “Zip it, will you? Some viewers are still kids, don’t lead them astray! And cool? How is it cool to put a


    girl in danger by racing cars? Ask the viewers if they’d want such a sweet, smart, and sensible young


    “Alright, alright, I can’t win with you guys. Be—” Thomas called Arabe over, ying the victim,


    “They’re picking on me!”


    “Ohe on, you old fox, ying the sympathy card in front of Be?”


    “Be, did you hear that? He insulted me. Ever since you returned to the Collins family, they’ve been


    bullying me in your absence!”


    Arabe watched them nearly ready to flip the table and bicker, a yful smirk on her lips. “Are we still


    eating, then?”


    All the old men promptly responded, “Yes.”


    “This is your homing party, after all. We should at least have one peaceful meal.”


    “Exactly, we’ll finish every dish!”


    “Oh, spare me. Who was it just now moring for Be to inherit his legacy? You’re passing the buck


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    “Enough, all of you.”