The Strongest Curse Master-Chapter 307: Lyra’s Weakness

Seeing Mandy get up and head to her room, Danny asked, "Where are you going?"

"It's been a while since I left the real estate business. I need to go check if the checkerboard, my pieces, and the players are still the same as I left them," Mandy said, showing she trusted Ace enough to get started even before results were in.

Seeing Mandy preparing to pull her weight, Danny resolved himself and said, "Mandy, let me join you. Make me your intern or assistant. Please, hear me out. I know what kind of coffee and sweets you like. I promise I will work my ass off. If I slack off or get your order wrong even once, you can fire me right then and there. I will leave without complaining."

Mandy paused, listening to her nephew. She looked into his eyes and found that each word he spoke was genuine and held a firm resolve. Therefore, she couldn't help but consider it. However, she knew her nephew well enough to know his resolve was often momentary; by lunch, he'd likely be back to his old self.

"You don't have to pay me, I'll do it for free," Danny proposed, familiar with the look on Mandy's face when she was about to reject him.

"That's a given; you have no qualifications, nor are you an eye candy," Mandy said, rolling her eyes. But then, seeing her nephew's resolved face, she said, "I know I'm going to regret this, but you know what? I'll give you one shot. Remember, there won't be another."

"Yes, Ma'am," Danny said, jumping to his feet and saluting Mandy. Seeing this, she cringed, already regretting her decision, and said, "You're fired. I changed my mind."

"You're kidding, right?" Danny asked, looking like a lost, but sweaty, puppy.

"Yeah, get dressed and meet me by my car. If you're late, I'll fire your ass faster than you can finish a donut," Mandy warned Danny before nearing the stairs. But before she could climb them, she felt like she'd been hit by a small truck, shoving her aside. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Danny run up the stairs, yelling, "Sorry, Mandy! My new boss is a stickler!"

"You're fired! You hear me, fatty? Fired!" Mandy yelled, running after him.

Ace shook his head, recalling his sister seeing the dynamic between Danny and Mandy. Taking out his phone, he decided to give her a call, hoping she had forgiven him by now. And to his amazement, she answered immediately.

"Asshole, stop bothering me, or I'll block your number," Lyra warned her brother, letting him know she hadn't forgiven him yet.

"If I'm an asshole, then what are you? The dick—the she-dick," Ace retorted, grabbing for the first words that came to his mind.

"She-dick? That's not even a word, dumbass. Did you shit your brain out? Go check the toilet, it should still be floating there. Since you don't know how to flush," Lyra didn't spare her little brother, she went ballistic on him, leaving Ace struggling to find words to insult her without hurting her ego any further, still, he tried, "Insults aren't always accurate. If we're being accurate, how the hell would I shit my brain?"

"Because you're an asshole, remember? Geez, your condition is worse than I thought. Just go get your brain already, before someone flushes it down the toilet." Lyra was no longer angry. Seeing her brother searching for insults to defend himself, she couldn't help but remember how helpless he was without her.

"I miss you, sis. Come back home," Ace said, thinking Lyra might be open to reason now that she had insulted him enough.

"No, I can't. Someone said my comics suck, and I need to complete this comic course to make a living off my comics," Lyra replied, reminding Ace that it was his idea that she attend a comic artist course so far from home.

"That asshole had no idea what he was talking about; your comics are great. I love every one of them. You know what? I'll apologize to you on behalf of that asshole. Just come back home. I've already talked with the family. Pam even said you can use part of the attic as your art studio. Isn't that great?" Ace tried to persuade his sister to give up the comic course and come home, where he could ensure her safety.

"Ooh, my very own art studio? I like the sound of that, but—" Lyra was still not convinced, but before she could reject him, Ace interrupted her, saying, "Just come home. Do you want me to beg? Because I'm prepared to beg you."

"Geez, why are you getting so dramatic? You sound like our mother—"

"Lyra Lander!"

"Fine, I'll come home, Mom!" Lyra exclaimed, agreeing to return home. When it came to her little brother, she always found herself unable to say no, which was why she would choose to ignore his calls when she was mad at him.

"Great, I sent the itinerary to your phone. Make sure you're at the airport an hour and a half early. See you at dinner. I'll ask Pam to cook your favorite," Ace said, while Dame Wasp shared the itinerary to Lyra's phone.

"Wait, I need time to get my fees refunded, my room deposit, and to pack my things—First class! Ace, something's wrong with this—" Lyra was taken aback that it was a first-class ticket; she couldn't believe it. However, Ace cut in and clarified, "Yes, it's a first-class ticket. Nothing but the best for my sister. I also have people arranged to pick you up at the airport here. Also, don't stress over the tuition fee and room deposit; I'll have our family lawyers deal with it."

"What...what...what?" Lyra paused, took a few deep breaths to process everything her brother had just said, and then answered, "I'll be at the airport three hours early and make sure to enjoy all the amenities of the first-class waiting room."

"Holy shit, they have an in-house sap—therapy dogs! They have therapy dogs, omg! I'm packing my bags and heading there right now," Lyra said, while simultaneously checking the amenities provided by the city's airport's first-class waiting room on her phone. She decided not to ask any questions about her brother's generosity and just roll with it.

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