Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 392

Monique’s eyes darted around, seemingly stumped by my words, then glanced at her grandpa before

suddenly declaring, “What's the big deal about time? Grandpa, I'll just move to Silverdale City for

school! Is that alright?”

Clearly, I had lit a fire under her. She was ready to go all in, come hell or high water.

I was secretly thrilled, knowing I still had a knack for pushing Monique's buttons. She was a hot-

blooded dynamo who thrived on challenges and committed wholeheartedly once provoked.

With her chin defiantly jutted out, Monique added pressure on my dad, “Grandpa, you promised if I got

to know this place like the back of my hand, I’d get to run Oldtown Avenue. You have to keep your

word!”

Dad watched Monique and I talk, each of us unwilling to back down, with a smug grin.

I knew he was the real kingpin behind the scenes!

“Monique, when have I ever broken a promise? Anyone who wants to do big things has to mean what

they say and keep their word. If you truly get to know Oldtown Avenue inside and out, you’ll be its

queen!”

Geez, listen to him—the old fox spinning yarns to the kids again.

Monique's face went through a kaleidoscope of expressions as she listened to grandpa's spiel. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“And if you start delving into it now, by the time you’ve mastered it, you’ll be handling it like a pro. You’ll

be legendary.”

I nearly choked. Legendary, huh?

“Legendary?” Monique asked.

My father nodded with certainty and answered, “Exactly! People will write about how Monique Dawson,

at the tender age of ten, began her in-depth exploration of Oldtown Avenue, documenting every

landscape, growing up alongside it, and witnessing its prosperity...

Imagine that. You’d undoubtedly be the uncontested Queen of Oldtown Avenue! Your mom is only the

princess, and you will be the queen. But it all hinges on you truly mastering Oldtown Avenue.”

I was speechless. So now I’m just a princess and she's the queen above me.

“I can do it!” Monique’s tone was resolute. “I’ve decided. I'm going to study in Silverdale City and watch

over Oldtown Avenue!”

Then she looked at me. “Mom, you can't disagree. This way, I can also keep grandpa and grandma

company!”

She stood there, a little warrior ready for battle, playing her hand at both sweet talk and strong-arm

tactics.

Dad and I exchanged a knowing look. A smile crept across my face. Bingo! Another issue was

resolved. I had been worried Monique wouldn't agree to stay in Silverdale City for school. But here she

was, volunteering.

Once she had agreed, there was no turning back. As long as she was on board, there would be no

room for second thoughts.

And in my heart, I felt relieved. With the upcoming battle for Medsafe Liyah Inc., having her stay put

was a genuine comfort. The Dawsons were a wild card; they were capable of anything.

Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears, yet she stubbornly held them in, refusing to allow any to escape

down her cheeks. I was shocked, “People said that? That’s just evil!” Coոtent оf

Clearly, someone had spread the news of my illness, twisting it into a cruel joke.

Monique nodded sadly. “Yeah, that's what they said! So I was mad, but then I'd come home and find

you really were in bed. What could I do?”