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Before the two could start arguing again.
Ellie Doyle frowned slightly: "Marcus, Hugo, if you two keep throwing tantrums, I'll truly get angry."
The two immediately quieted down.
Logan Johnson let out a cold snort, crossing his arms as he sank back into the sofa. With a wave of his hand, a black Maine Coon cat curled up in the corner of the sofa leapt into his arms.
His palm heavily stroked the sleek, shiny fur of the Maine Coon, calming himself down before he raised his head. His piercing eyes locked onto Hugo Hayes: "Hugo, if you've got nothing else, you can leave now. As for your Hayes Family's birthday celebration, I still need to ask our Elder Johnson's opinion; I'm not the one calling the shots."
Hugo Hayes remained seated without moving an inch, responding calmly: "Then please do me the favor of passing the message—ask Grandfather to meet with me."