Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

Colby, sitting on the bed with an IV drip, propped his cheek with his hand and remarked, “Uncle Sonny, Daddy punished you by making you wear women’s clothes.

If you refuse to listen to Destinee, does that mean you don’t accept Daddy’s punishment? Should I, as the little inspector of this bet, inform Daddy about this?”

Sonny’s face fell instantly.

“Colby, as your uncle, I’ve always treated you well, haven’t I? Why would you betray me like this?”

Colby blinked his innocent eyes.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Betray you? You’re the one breaking the rules, not us.

Destinee and I are just kids.

We can’t deal with you on our own, so we might have to tell Daddy.

”

Sonny was speechless for a moment.

Colby playfully activated the children’s smartwatch on his wrist, pretending to dial a number.

“I really wonder what Daddy would say if he knew.

Aren’t you curious, Uncle Sonny?”

Sonny shook his head.

Curiosity was the last thing on his mind.

“Don’t tell your daddy! I’ll do it! I’ll obey everything you say.

”

Sonny hesitantly made his way to the open space at the foot of the bed, where he stood next to Kyson.

Kyson, observing the antics of the two youngsters, couldn’t suppress a chuckle at their cunning.

Standing shoulder to shoulder, Sonny and Kyson were of similar height.

However, their distinct appearances and temperaments made them Look markedly different dressed in women’s attire.

They posed for ten more photographs.

For Sonny, the day seemed interminable.

Coerced into posing for photo after photo, he felt as though centuries were passing, though it had barely been an hour.

In total, Destinee snapped over forty shots of them.

Just when Sonny believed the ordeal might be over, Destinee switched her device to video mode, intent on filming them as they cleaned the restrooms.

With a sense of deep humiliation, Sonny avoided the camera’s lens while he scrubbed the sink in the men’s restroom.

He bowed his head, letting the fake bangs of his wig shield his eyes, wishing he could just disappear.

Meanwhile, Kyson seemed unfazed, his cheeks untouched by the blush that warmed Sonny’s.

Dressed in a dainty maid’s outfit, he moved with grace around the restroom, diligently cleaning and utterly ignoring the camera.

Despite himself, Sonny felt a flicker of admiration for Kyson.

Their cleaning dragged on until the afternoon.

The laboratory building spanned seven floors, each with two restrooms located along its corridors.

Thanks to Sonny and Kyson, the cleaning lady’s workload had diminished significantly.

She now only needed to maintain the women’s restrooms, as the men’s facilities were entirely managed by Sonny and Kyson.

As newcomers to this task, both men moved with considerable slowness, resulting in each being assigned to clean three floors.

The remaining floor’s restrooms would be split between them.