"Oh, Master Harry, there's one more thing to report," Harry North continued from the other side.
"In the mall, little mistress encountered two Santas distributing gifts. The second Santa, the one who gave her the crystal music box, was a boy. Moreover, the boy stole a kiss from her and got slapped across the face by her..."
"Such a thing happened?"
It was then that Arthur Lindsey understood why his precious Cherline's expression had been tinged with unhappiness when she returned to her seat, her normally cool demeanor slightly gloomy...
"Master, should we investigate that boy's background? He doesn't seem to be a local," Harry requested.
"He took my little lover's first kiss. Do you think I could let him off the hook?"
Arthur Lindsey smiled wickedly, his tone meaningful, "Dig up everything about his ancestors for me!"
"Understood, Master. I will handle it as quickly as possible."
Back in the living room.
The children were all called back.
