Carlos' legs trembled as he staggered back, the world around him blurring like an impressionistic painting. He needed to sit down. Finding chair besides him , he sank into it, gasping for breath as he tried to steady his racing pulse.
"Sir, are you going to tell us what he said, or should I break the news?" Little Leon's voice echoed, a blend of curiosity and mischief.
The golden little lion , with fur that glimmered even in the dim light, had a knack of being so stubborn and mischievous. .
"Did you hack into his conversation again?" Jolie interjected,. Her gaze was fierce, locked onto Leon, who wilted under her intensity.
"Sorry, Aunt Miss Jolie, I didn't mean to!" Leon's voice turned pitiful as he scrunched his little face. "I was bored, so I peeked into his conversation. Sorry."
The sincerity in his voice softened the moment, and even Jolie couldn't help but sigh.
