"Yes, the school takes donations, just like any other school would. Do you have a problem with that?" Janice snapped, fully aware that Ace was enjoying her discomfort a little too much.
"I mean, I guess your family's school is just like a regular school. After all, regular schools pump out slaves for the corporate world, while yours pumps out slaves for the McSuile empire," Ace teased, grinning at the growing frustration on Janice's face.
Janice's eyes sharpened. "Give me back my crafting equipments. You don't deserve them," she demanded, stretching out her hand toward him.
"What crafting equipments?" Ace played dumb, already stepping down the patio stairs. He figured he had about ten seconds before Janice lost her temper and really tried to take the equipments back.
Before she could explode, a voice came from above.
"What are you doing here again?"
Ace froze mid-step and looked up to see Delores staring down at him. He smirked and said, "Came to see you, great-grandma."
