âYouâre well aware of the truth.
â Simmsâ voice dripped with sarcasm, his words biting.
âBuy a coffee, and youâll squander the rest on candy.
â
Yet, Melon shook his head again, his tone resolute.
âSir, itâs best if you handle it yourself.
â
He wasnât naive.
He didnât wish to anger his mother and miss out on more than just candy.
Sheâd instructed him to stay put, wait here, and he wasnât about to disobey her so easily.
Simmsâ patience seemed to wane, impatience creeping into his demeanor.
His eyes darted toward Ariana conversing with his agent in the distance.
With a derisive sneer, he tilted his chin toward her.
âIs that your mother?â
Melon nodded obediently.
With the money in his hand, Simms smiled and said, âSheâs meant to interview me later.
Deny me that cup of coffee, and your motherâs efforts will be in vain.
Cooperation hinges on this, you know.
â
Melonâs countenance morphed into one of seriousness, resembling that of a seasoned adult.
Without missing a beat, he responded with a deadpan tone, âSir, youâre so bad.
How could you frighten a child?â
Simms raised his eyebrows.
Facing the boy, he said directly, âIf youâre skeptical, then wait and see.
Should the interview falter, your mother will bear the consequences.
â
Though still tender in age, Melon comprehended the weight of accountability.
Suddenly, silence enveloped him.
At this time, Simms persisted, âIn the event of a failed interview, your mother shall face legal action, be taken to court, and subsequently arrested by the police.
â
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Even though Melon was only a_ five-year-old, he was still significantly smarter than other kids his age.
When he heard about the term âlegal action,â he felt it was something really serious.
He also heard that his mother would have to go to court and be under police custody for a while, which made him extremely anxious.
He didnât want Mommy to be detained by the police.
The little boy was on the verge of tears.
However, he stubbornly gritted his teeth, refusing to cry.
With his lips pursed, he stayed silent for a long time.
After a long while, the stylist next to Simms couldnât take it anymore and said, âMr.
Riley, heâs just a little kid.
Please stop teasing him.
â
The stylistâs words made Simmsâ face darken at once.
He sneered and said, âWhen did I tease him? Iâm serious.
If this brat doesnât go buy me coffee, I wonât do the interview.
â
Simms then pinched Melonâs face and said with a smirk, âLittle brat, you better behave, or your mother will suffer.
â