Ashton Marshall raised his palm in an arc: "Still missing a bit, let's give it some time."
"You..." Bella Woods instantly understood: "Pervert!"
She cursed, grabbed her backpack, got out of the car, and slammed the door shut.
Puffing with anger, she marched towards the school.
Ashton sat in the car, watching the young girl's back, the smile on his lips growing wider.
He took out his phone and dialed his assistant: "Select some milks with a mild taste but high nutritional value for Cascade Court and have the chef experiment with some desserts that mask the milk flavor."
"Understood, Third Young Master."
Although the assistant didn't understand the request, his strong professional ethics compelled him to proceed nonetheless, though...
"Third Young Master, may I ask, are you preparing to raise a pet?"
"Raising a child."
Specifically, a picky-eating child.
...
At School.
