“Miss, do you think the snacks I made this time have improved?” Tatum asked Elora gently.
Elora nodded slightly. “They’re better than the first batch, but there’s still room for improvement.”
“Thank you, Miss,” Tatum replied with a respectful smile.
Elora refrained from pointing out specific flaws, as she didn’t want to inflate his ego. In truth, she thought the snacks were just right and was quite pleased with them.
She then turned to her younger brothers. “Alonzo, Angelo, go home with Brother Tatum. You don’t need to wait for me for dinner. Let Brother Tatum cook whatever you like.”
The two boys were reluctant to leave, but under Elora’s stern gaze, they didn’t dare protest. Hesitantly, they followed Tatum out of the office.
Once outside, the boys tightly wrapped their faces with scarves. The secretary, observing the scene, guessed that they might be the young masters of the family. Although he couldn’t see their faces, their large, dark eyes reminded him of the president and vice president, hinting at a family resemblance.
After getting into Tatum’s car, the brothers quickly removed their scarves.
“Brother Tatum, I’m not happy,” Alonzo said, pouting as he settled into his seat.
Tatum, treating him like the cherished little brother he was, asked gently, “Why are you unhappy, Young Master? I brought you to see your eldest sister—what’s bothering you? Was it something she said?”
He stroked Alonzo’s cheek with a gentle smile. “Your eldest sister is just worried about your safety. When I was your age, I wasn’t allowed to run around and play freely either.”
“I wanted to stay and play with my sister—”

“Office,” Alonzo said with a pout. “We finally got out of the house, and now we have to go back without even having any fun.”
Angelo nodded in agreement, sharing the same disappointment.
“Brother Tatum, can we go shopping instead? Just this once?” Alonzo asked eagerly.
Tatum paused for a moment before replying, “Let me ask your sister first. If she agrees, I’ll take you both shopping.”
He pulled over to the side of the road, knowing that in public, no one would recognize him or the two young boys as the young masters of the Ormond family.
“But Brother Tatum, she’ll never agree,” Alonzo whined. “Can’t you just take us secretly?”
Angelo chimed in, “We promise we won’t tell the adults. Please, Brother Tatum, take us out to have some fun.”
Tatum smiled kindly. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, boys. I can’t take that kind of risk. But I promise I’ll do my best to convince your sister to let us go shopping.”
With that, he called Elora, who picked up almost immediately.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Miss,” Tatum began, “the young masters would like to go shopping. Is that okay with you? I’ll park the car and take them to the pedestrian street on foot. There will be plenty of people around, and no one will recognize them.”

The boys were well-protected. Even their closest relatives rarely saw the two young ones, let alone any strangers.

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