Five-Year Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

Ben brought Franklin to where they were staying.

"You guys are staying here?"

Ben nodded and entered the password at the door.

Franklin looked at the house. He remembered that during last year's annual banquet, Torres Group was willing to spend two million dollars to book this room alone, but was unsuccessful.

Lauren was actually allowed to stay here now? This world was really magical.

"Mr. Carson, you're back! This soup dumpling is really delicious. I've left a few for you!" When Lauren heard the sound of the door opening, she thought it was Ben who had returned.

However, she did not expect that there was another uninvited guest.

"Mr. Carson!" Lauren's tone was filled with a stern accusation against Ben!

Ben quickly explained, "Miss Torres, Master Franklin came here this time to give you something. Something that you really need."

Lauren's suspicious gaze shifted between the two of them.

"What is it?"

Under Lauren's gaze, Franklin was at a loss! It reminded him of his younger days when he was called out by his teacher for not completing his homework.

He sat beside Lauren and passed the brown paper bag in his hand to her.

"I heard from Ben that you need the case files of missing children from other provinces and cities, so I brought them over to you."

Lauren's eyes lit up as she looked at the things in her hands. She had been worried for an entire night, yet she had obtained them so easily?

She quickly pulled out the documents inside. It was indeed what she wanted. However...why were there only so little?

There were more than 700 cases in this city alone for the past two years. It was so many that Lauren could not even hold the thick stack of documents.

How could the case files of other provinces and cities be so few?

After hearing Lauren's question, Franklin explained, "Our country's security standards are very good. There are indeed very few cases of missing children. This number is normal."

If this number was normal, then the more than 700 cases of missing children in this city should be abnormal, right?

Lauren felt that there were many small clues regarding this mission, but these clues were like threads. They were short and could not be connected to other clues at all.

"Why is your hair always loose? I happen to be free. Let me braid your hair."

Franklin, who had learned a new technique yesterday, was already eager to show off his skills.

"Hmm...alright then."

Franklin took the initiative to contact the police station and sent the documents to her early in the morning, so Lauren could feel Franklin's sincere apology.

Since Franklin wanted to make amends, then let him try.

Lauren obediently put the documents aside and turned her back to Franklin.

"Oh, but I don't have a rubber band here."

Ben immediately said, "Then I'll go ask the waiters here."

"It's not necessary, I have them," Franklin calmly said.

He took out five or six rubber bands of different colors from the pocket inside his suit. These were the rubber bands he had left inside his pocket during class yesterday.

Ben had noticed Master Franklin had changed a lot in the past few days, but when he saw the CEO, who wore an exquisite suit and went to all kinds of meetings and banquets every day, suddenly take out colorful rubber bands from his pocket, he somehow felt shocked.

In the next ten minutes, a game of hand and hair ensued.

Lauren complained, "It's too tight. The corners of my eyes are about to be pulled up to the sky!"

Franklin said, "Is that so? Then I'll loosen it a little."

Lauren grumbled, "It's too loose! It'll fall off after just a few runs!"

Franklin said, "Then I'll tighten it a little."

Looking at Franklin who listened to everything she said, Ben really wanted to secretly record a video so that everyone could see Franklin, who was obsessed with his sister!

After lots of pulling, it was finally over.

Franklin secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Mannequins were still the best. At least they would not make any noise when half of their hair was pulled off.

Lauren hurriedly ran over to look at the mirror.

The mirror here was specially made for Lauren. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself for a few minutes. Although the braids were not perfect, Franklin's craftsmanship had improved greatly compared to the last time.

She walked into the living room in a good mood. Lauren saw Franklin sitting upright, as if he was waiting for praises. 

He looked just like the big golden retriever in the church. Lauren could not help but laugh when she thought of this.

If Franklin knew that he was compared to a dog, he would probably fly into a rage out of humiliation and pull off her braids.

Lauren recalled that as long as the big golden retriever did the right thing in the church, they would reward it with food.

"Have you eaten breakfast? The dumplings here are really delicious. You should eat a few more too!"