"His name is Julion Johnsons."
Harry North continued reporting the information at hand, "Julion Johnsons, the little Santa Claus that young master Arthur encountered this time. Quite handsome, locally known as the prince reincarnate. And he's extremely talented, also praised as a child prodigy."
"Julion Johnsons?"
Arthur Lindsay savored the name with interest...
The prince, the child prodigy... quite a few titles.
Suddenly, he commanded with depth, "Go check if he's among the children who were kidnapped into the drug den last time."
"Alright, Master Lindsey, I'll get back to you as soon as possible."
He hung up the phone.
Arthur pondered briefly, his gaze as deep as ink drifting towards the window, his lips curving into a captivating smile. Could this meeting between the two kids be a bit more interesting?
Afterward,
He took a colored piece of stationery and with a fluid hand wrote down a line:
