Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 858

Chapter 858:

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Tonya’s only real fear was Baldrick’s lectures, which was why she insisted on bringing Harlee along for discussions. With Harlee present, she was spared Baldrick’s direct admonitions.

“Could I ring the bell now?” Harlee asked, her expression a mix of resignation and amusement.

Tonya, with a bright smile, gestured encouragingly.

“Absolutely.

Go ahead.”

Harlee nonchalantly pressed the doorbell.

Baldrick’s son, Albin Robinson, stumbled out of his room, his hair all over the place, muttering about the ungodly hour of their visit.

After being caught by his father during a night out with his rowdy friends and ridden with guilt, Albin had accepted his punishment of answering the doorbell for the day.

He never imagined his father would take such drastic measures, relocating the doorbell to his bedroom and imposing a rule that he had to answer the door within five minutes.

Failure to comply would mean the doorbell would stay there indefinitely.

Albin swung the door open, his face twisted in displeasure.

“Who’s there…”

But as his eyes fell on Harlee and Tonya, his grimace turned into a grin, and his voice warmed considerably.

“What’s the occasion for this visit?”

Leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe, Tonya said, “Oh, not thrilled to see us?”

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From his look, Tonya could tell he had just had another round of disagreements with Baldrick.

Tonya asked, “So, was it a full-blown row or just a lecture this time?”

At Tonya’s inquiry, Albin’s expression darkened.

“Just a lecture.

But Baldrick really laid into me this time.

He moved the doorbell to my room.”

“That explains the swift response,” Tonya replied wryly. Their conversation was poised to continue when Tonya interjected, “Is Baldrick in his study or the coffee room?”

“Coffee room,” Albin responded, his tone one of resignation as he led them onward.

Approaching the coffee room, a wave of tension washed over Tonya. It had only been a week since her last marathon nagging session that lasted an entire afternoon.

Albin caught Tonya’s uneasy demeanor and dismissed her worries with a wave.

“Relax, Tonya. I’m always the first in line for a scolding.”

Since Albin was a late arrival in Baldrick’s life, one might expect him to be doted upon.

However, Baldrick was stern, grooming Albin with the discipline of an experienced soldier. Their interactions typically revolved around precise training.

Or military strategy discussions, which often led to frequent disputes between father and son.

Despite their clashes, Albin maintained a degree of fear for Baldrick, always carrying out his disciplinary measures with precision.

Tonya gave Albin a skeptical look.

His assurances sounded absurd to her. Was she actually intimidated by Baldrick? Perhaps a part of her was. She rolled her eyes in response.

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