"You're talking nonsense. My Mommy made all of these lunch boxes, and all of them are clean and tasty!" Harry looked at several boxes scattered on the ground, suddenly looking like a furious puppy. "Every side dish is cleaner than your face with a dozen layers of makeup!"
Moraine never said anything, but Harry knew that Moraine worked very hard. She made so many foods every day, but she couldn't bear to eat any of them.
"What did you say?" Emily was trembling in anger, and her sharp nails were about to scratch Harry.
Harry was just a boy, but the Brady family was well-known in the Department of Military. Even their gardener knew how to fight. The boys were all interested in fighting, and even though Trenton had never cared about Harry, Trenton's butler and guards often taught Harry to f
