New Life : A Second Chance 768 Them?

Lianne went to her room … er, Kyle's room … excitedly and began changing. It didn't take long and grabbing Ren, she joined Kay who was waiting in the living room.

Kay gave her a smile and together, they entered the car that was waiting for them and headed to Smith Industries HQ.

Lianne was quiet all the way, looking out the window as she observed the scenery. Kay was looking through some files, catching up on some work that she had left for a couple of days.

Beatrice and Sam were handling things pretty well, so Kay didn't have much to worry about. Soon, Sam would be getting married and then be off for a month-long holiday. He hadn't taken a break at all since he started working for Kyle, so taking a month off wasn't extreme.

Taking a month off for a honeymoon, however … 

Kay wondered if his Betty would be as productive as an actual rabbit. She thought about Kyle and Sayuri, and how they constantly at it like rabbits. Now, with Sam and his bunny soon-to-be wife?

Perhaps the next generation of Elite Five would be Elite Twelve - with Sam providing most of the kids, too. Perhaps, they'd be called the Elite Bunnies … 

Kay giggled at the thought.

When they arrived, Kay led Lianne to the private lift and pressed the b.u.t.ton to the CEO's floor.

"No security?" Lianne asked casually, seeing that Kay didn't need a key or a card to use the lift.

As the doors closed, Kay put up her finger, saying, "This is the security. The b.u.t.tons operate on a biometric system, thus, they are useless if your fingerprints aren't in the database."

Kay pursed her lips, "Which reminds me. We should add your fingerprints into the system."

"Mine?" Lianne repeated, her eyes wide, "Why?"

Kay smiled, tilting her head at Lianne, "Why not?"

"But wouldn't people talk? I mean, why would I have my fingerprints added in?" Lianne asked worriedly.

"Oh, is that what you're worried about?" Kay said with a laugh, "People wouldn't dare and if they do talk? Kyle would just fire them … or torture them, depending on his mood He doesn't tolerate gossip in the company."

Lianne's eyes went wide, "Torture?"

"Figuratively speaking, that is," Kay said.

Which is the truth. Ice would, but not Kyle. 

"You have a unique ident.i.ty to Kyle," Kay said, "So while Kyle can't openly acknowledge you, he's going to certainly do his best to make sure you have the best. You and Joseph."

With those words, Lianne then started to wonder about the files in Kyle's room. She had only focused on the alb.u.m but there was this one particular file that had their names on it. 

Plans for their future?

Looking at the life that Mama led right now, Lianne realised that their own future was rather secured now. It wasn't something that worried her, truth be told, for it was something that adults would have to figure out and the children merely do what they are supposed to: study hard, get into a good school and so forth.

How it is funded would be their parents' role. Lianne was well aware of their financial constraints and didn't think much about it. She just did her best and hoped for the best. If she did well, she may get a scholars.h.i.+p. If not, then 

Whatever it was, their future was restricted to what they could achieve, and what they could afford.

Lianne wasn't unsatisfied with their current life, but it didn't mean she wouldn't be excited at the thought of suddenly being able to have a lot more opportunities because finances are no longer an issue.

Perhaps she should look at the file after all.

When the lift doors opened, Lianne walked out excitedly beside Kay. 

It was a rather s.p.a.cious room, with two desks facing each other. There was Beatrice sitting in one chair and a guy at the other. 

Kay introduced them, "You know Beatrice already, right Lianne?"

"Yes, the one with twin boyfriends," Lianne replied, smiling.

Beatrice's eye twitched. 

Of all the things to be known for, that was … and hearing it come out of the mouth of an innocent 11-year-old … Beatrice felt the twins would need some severe talking to at their constant, uninhibited displays of affection.

Perhaps, a talking to wasn't enough since they were rather stubborn with a very thick skin.

Other than the eye twitch, Beatrice didn't show any other expression and smiled, "Nice to meet you again, Ms. Lianne."

Lianne s.h.i.+vered, "Lianne, please. I'm not used to such formalities. Can I call you Auntie Beatrice?"

"Of course," Beatrice agreed, "But I must still call you Ms. Lianne."

Kay patted Lianne's shoulder, saying, "That's how Beatrice is. She's very formal. She even calls Kyle "Sir" even though we were cla.s.smates. She was even vice-president of the student council while Kyle was the president!"

Beatrice nodded, saying, "That is how it should be. One must always be professional."

Lianne nodded in understanding, even though she found it weird to be referred to so formally. She wasn't some rich young madam or something ...

"And this, is Sam," Kay said, indicating the other guy, "Kyle's PA since Kyle was in school even."

"Wow," Lianne replied, amazed as Sam gave a slight bow, "He's one of the Elite Five, isn't he?"

Lianne remembered some pictures from Kyle's Insta, and Sam was there. Though he was older now, she could still see the similarities 

"Yes he is," Kay answered, confirming her thoughts.

"Miss," he replied, his face as stoic as ever.

Lianne tilted her head and observed the good-looking bespectacled young man. 

Mama really did have hot guys around her all the time. Was it due to the fact that Mama was such a hot guy herself? Birds of a feather, flock together sort of thing?

"Beatrice, please add in Lianne's data and call them in," Kay told Beatrice as she headed towards the room.

Lianne was surprised.

Them? Huh? Who?