"Look at the fine son *you* raised!"
Naomi Shaw laughed. "And you had no part in it?"
Julian Donovan was sullen. "I want to have another one. I'll shape his thinking from a young age so he's completely different from that brat!"
That kid opposed him all day long. 'I want a gentle, obedient son!'
Naomi Shaw thought he was being incredibly childish at that moment. "What if he has the same personality? You'll just have another rival on your hands."
"I don't care. Let's have one first and worry about it later..."
The next day, when they were about to set off, Julian Donovan somehow procured an SUV. He stuffed all their skiing equipment inside and drove her toward the famous Mount Titlon.
