Chapter 1187 - 1195: In the Interest of Fairness

"You think I would screenshot this and send it to my brother to help you curry favor with him? Although your tactics are deep, I am the king of counter-tactics." — The Abandoned Little Prince.

"Pfft!" — Mrs. Black.

"Do I need your help to get what I want? Who do you think has more sway with James Black right now, you or me?" — Mrs. Black.

Peter Gingery could feel Jane Sampson’s obnoxious bragging through the screen.

Hmm, a wife is someone you’re close to, while this younger brother, he’s just picked up from somewhere.

Over at the game, Mimi Wood was waiting for a reply from Princess Egg-Yolk after the abandoned prince posted his last message, becoming more and more anxious as time went on.

So does Princess Egg-Yolk really like boys with fair skin?

Or was that just a joke?

Where did Princess Egg-Yolk slip off to this time? — Mimi Wood.

I’m really curious, do girls prefer boys with fair skin? — Mimi Wood.

No, no, it’s the handsome boys who are more popular. — Princess Egg-Yolk.

That’s painfully true; luckily, I’m handsome. — The Most Handsome Poor Man.

The shamelessness is unmatched with you. — Still the Little Princess Today.

Little Princess, do you have a boyfriend yet? I hope you do, and I hope you love him with a love that never dies, so when you meet me, you won’t fall for me, and I can meet you without worry. — The Most Handsome Poor Man.

Rest assured, even if I liked a little prince, I wouldn’t like you. — Still the Little Princess Today.

Hey, the way you talk makes me feel inadequate. — The Abandoned Little Prince.

Otherwise? Did you think you were exceptional? — Still the Little Princess Today.

Am I not exceptional? 😊😊😊 — The Abandoned Little Prince.

No. — Princess Egg-Yolk.

No. — Still the Little Princess Today.

Jane Sampson burst out laughing at the in-sync responses from her and Quincy Forest.

At this moment, someone knocked on Jane’s door; her breakfast had arrived. As she got up to open the door with one hand holding her mobile phone, her phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from James Black.

Jane opened the door and let the waiter push in the meal cart while answering the phone.

"I’ve arrived at the location and now I need to turn off my phone. I will call you after my mission ends. If there’s an emergency before then, call Peter Gingery or auntie," James Black explained hurriedly.

"Okay, take care," Jane responded.

"Take good care of yourself. Eat your meals on time, don’t drink carbonated beverages, cut back on milk tea, no ice, no spicy strips, no sneaking off to have hotpot, get plenty of rest, and try not to stay up late." Before hanging up, James Black delivered a whole barrage of instructions to Jane.

He would say one thing, and Jane would give a hum in response. By the end, she looked bewildered.

How can someone manage to squeeze in so many prohibitions in one go?

"And one more thing," after going through all the instructions, James Black added, "Remember to miss me. To be fair, I’ll miss you too."

Jane couldn’t help but chuckle while holding her phone, "I start work tomorrow, definitely won’t have time to miss you, so to be fair, you needn’t miss me either."

James Black huffed, and as he tried to say something else, time ran out, and he could only leave her with a warning, "You’re a handful! Just wait!"

Then he hung up the phone.

Listening to the dial tone beeping through the phone, Jane’s laughter became even more evident. She must have really gotten under his skin again, hadn’t she?