Chapter 1793:

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The bank manager stared at the figures on the screen. “Those two children are extraordinarily fortunate to have a grandfather like you. That kind of wealth before they can even speak in full sentences — truly remarkable.”

Somehow, the news reached the press. By morning, it was on the front page. People everywhere were talking about two toddlers who, before they could string a full sentence together, already had over a hundred million sitting in their accounts.

Miles away, in a small and rundown house, Alexander sat in front of the television. He pointed at the screen and called the two little girls over to him.

“You see those boys? If either of you marries one of them someday, you’ll never live like this again. No more cold leftovers. No more secondhand clothes. You’ll wear designer dresses and live like you were born to it. Do you understand?”

𝗬о𝘶𝘳 d𝖺𝘪𝘭𝗒 dо𝗌e 𝗼f ոо𝘃𝘦𝗹s 𝘰𝗇 𝗴𝖺𝗹ոо𝗏е𝗅𝘴.c𝘰𝘮

The girls looked at the screen, then back at him, and nodded slowly. “We understand.”

Alexander smiled. “Good. I’ve enrolled you in finishing school this afternoon. Ten thousand per class. Learn everything they teach you. One day, you’ll pay me back for all of it.” He paused. “Understood?”

They nodded again.

After he sent them off, Alexander stepped outside and looked up at the sky. Cedric and Daniela had known each other since childhood, and look where it had taken them.

So why couldn’t he build the same kind of story?

In his mind, it was only a matter of time. Those polished, well-raised McCoy boys would grow up — and his carefully trained girls would be ready. He had no doubt about it whatsoever.

Daniela’s children grew up in a home overflowing with warmth.

Cedric’s company had expanded at a remarkable pace, and the estate now received aristocrats and members of the global elite nearly every day. Among the visitors, even the princess from Loglil had come to call — and she had taken a particular liking to Daniela.

“The doctor told me I’m expecting twins as well,” the princess said. “If they’re girls, I want a promise from you. I didn’t get to marry Cedric when I had the chance, so at the very least, let your boys marry my daughters someday.”

Daniela laughed softly. “That’s for the children to decide when they’re grown. And how can you be certain they’re girls? You’re not anywhere near your due date — they could just as easily be boys.”

The words had barely left her mouth when Hamilton appeared from around the corner, two toddlers waddling along on either side of him. The boys had only just found their legs. Without hesitation, they trotted straight to the princess, wrapped their small arms around her belly, and announced cheerfully, “Hi, baby girls.”

Hamilton’s chest nearly burst with pride.

His sons had never managed a royal match. His grandsons, it seemed, were already exceeding every expectation he had ever held.

Daniela crouched down with a smile. “Owen, how do you know there are baby girls in there?”

The princess laughed and reached down to cup the boys’ cheeks in her hands. “These two are clever. I believe them.” She looked at the twins warmly. “Will you play with them when they arrive, darlings?”

Still unsteady on their feet, the boys dissolved into giggles, clapped their hands, and shouted, “Yes!” Their laughter filled the room and spilled out into the hall.

Later that same day, the princess presented Daniela’s sons with the family crests of Loglil.

Hamilton stared at the royal seals with barely contained amazement. “That is the royal emblem of Loglil. The power and wealth behind that name are beyond imagining.”

Nikolas, who had stopped by to visit Carol, watched Hamilton’s reaction and shook his head. “Don’t carry on as though it’s everything. We’re not exactly poor ourselves, you know.”

It was true. The twins’ accounts already held over a hundred million, and with older cousins competing to spoil them at every turn, there was very little they would ever go without.

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