“Hmph… I’m not a kiddo anymore, I’m eighteen.”

“Kiddo…” Stanley gently caressed her hair once again.

He stayed in the room and talked to Catherine for a while longer. After that, he got a call from the company and left straightaway.

Catherine Batton went to take a quick bath. She changed into a pastel pink floral dress, matched with a white knitted jacket and a pair of little white shoes. She then grabbed her ID card and went straight to a cybercafe nearby.

There were no private rooms left a