“Baby sis!” Lincoln’s voice boomed through the villa.
I quickly tidied the hair I was about to curl, dabbed a little oil on my skin, and hurried downstairs.
“Lin,” I called with a smile.
“How are you doing?” he asked, returning my smile and pulling me into a warm hug.
I’m okay. You’re back early, I thought you weren’t due until next month?”
“Something came up, so I had to return sooner. Is Dad at home?” he asked as we walked toward the sofa. Our butler arrived promptly with coffee.
“He’ll be back by the weekend,” I replied lazily, picking up the financial newspaper on the table.
We made light talks while I quickly brushed through the financial newspaper. Just when Lincoln finished his cup of coffee, he placed the cup down gently and turned to me in a serious tone.
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