ONE MORE MIRACLE
Three years later...
Green Manor had become significantly louder.
Much louder.
Dangerously louder.
Anthony blamed Damien.
Everyone blamed Damien.
Even Damien blamed Damien.
Sometimes.
The little boy—now nine years old—had somehow expanded his business empire to include:
Lemonade stands
Homemade bookmarks
School snack delivery
Custom greeting cards
And one extremely questionable venture involving rental bicycles.
Anthony still wasn't entirely sure how that one worked.
"Dad."
Anthony immediately became suspicious.
Very suspicious.
Because Damien only used that tone when money was involved.
"What?"
The boy grinned.
"I need investors."
Of course.
Naturally.
The child was unstoppable.
Across the liv
