Ella and Alex stared at him like he was an alien. "Are you trying to get me to blow up half of London?" She pushed the gum away. "I brought a pack of jelly beans instead—hehe!"
The two brothers scratched their heads, glanced at the mischievous little imp Ella, and went back inside looking rather gleeful.
Whoever was about to get pelted with jelly beans was in for it—poor soul. The two of them secretly grinned like little villains.
"Mummy, where are you?"
At ten o'clock in the morning, the villa area was quiet and refined—white walls, neatly trimmed lawns, and a path paved with cobblestones.
A little girl who looked like a porcelain doll stood at the entrance of an enormous villa, glancing left and right. Her eyes were bright and unusually calm. "This is the place," she said into her earpiece. "Brothers, I'm ready."
Alex's voice came through the earpiece: "Okay, stay safe! I've already arranged for the butler at Villa No. 7 to prepare for the reception."
