He Hears My Mind Before I Inherit Billions

5

Grace ended up staying up late talking to the system, so the next morning, she was woken up by Martha’s urging.

“Ma’am, you need to get up. Things aren’t like they used to be. Even if Sir isn’t home, there’s still a young master here now.”

Although Martha got along well with Grace, she would occasionally say things that sounded like a villain’s dialogue.

By the time Grace had groggily finished washing up and getting dressed, she was fully awake. She glanced over at the little boy sitting on the opposite sofa, his two short legs unable to touch the floor, yet he was stubbornly trying to cross them in a grown-up pose. Grace coughed.

She put on a carefully rehearsed warm smile.

“Your name is Leon, right? I’m your aunt.”

Alarm bells went off in Leon’s mind. This woman had been so cold to him yesterday, so why was she acting all friendly now?

“A delayed show of affection is worth less than grass, woman,” he muttered in a lisping, childish voice, snorting coldly.

Grace’s mouth twitched slightly. She turned to Martha. “Did Sir leave any messages?”

Like, for example, granting me permission to s***k him?

Leon’s eyes brightened with curiosity as he looked over expectantly.

Martha replied, “Sir called to say that the young master will be living here from now on, and he also hired a tutor to teach him. Then he hung up.”

Leon’s eyes dimmed, the excitement in his grape-like eyes fading away.

Grace noticed his reaction and thought, after all, he was still a child, very much in need of affection from adults.

Just as she was thinking this, her phone buzzed again.

Both Martha and Leon’s eyes immediately turned toward her.

Grace took her time pulling out her phone.

**Unknown**: “Babe, I’ll see you soon.”

**Grace**: “Save it, you’re not my type.”

The reply came quickly: “You don’t even know who I am. How do you know I’m not your type?”

**Grace**: “At most, you’re an onion.”

After that, there was no further reply.

“Ma’am, have you made a new friend?” Martha asked cautiously.

Pigs can’t talk, so their friendship wasn’t built to last.

“When’s the tutor arriving?” Grace ignored the question and stood up.

Leon immediately looked wary.

Martha answered, “He’s supposed to come this afternoon.”

Nodding, Grace began to walk out.

Watching her back, Leon frowned in displeasure. “Where’s she going?”

She’s ignoring me again.

Martha answered calmly, “She’s going to feed Little Flower.”

Leon jumped down from the sofa, wobbling a bit before regaining his balance. “She’s keeping a pet in my uncle’s house? I’m going to see for myself.”

With that, he toddled off, his footsteps pattering behind Grace.

Martha shook her head with a smile. Kids—they’re always full of energy.

Hopefully, he and Ma’am can get along.

After all, they’re both lonely souls... sigh...

Leon followed Grace as she turned into the backyard.

According to the logic of TV dramas, as an adopted nephew, if he let her control him now, he’d definitely be mistreated in the future.

He had to strike first and show her that he wasn’t to be trifled with.

Half a minute later—

Leon stood, staring up at the massive black pig in front of him, silent.

Grace was just about to close the gate when she noticed the small figure behind her.

“Why did you follow me? Fine, come help out,” she said.

Leon looked down at his custom-made Italian leather shoes, then at the large black pig and the little piglets nearby, and took a step back.

“I’d rather die.”

Grace didn’t push him.

“Then stay put and don’t run off.”

Watching Grace change into protective gear and expertly prepare the pig feed, Leon’s face scrunched up like a steamed bun.

No, Leon! You’re a future domineering CEO—you can’t give up here.

You need to stir up trouble and show her who’s boss.

Just as he took a determined step forward, Grace made another move.

She picked up one of the piglets, flipped it onto the ground, and secured its limbs. Then, she pulled out a box filled with small bottles and jars, slipped on a pair of disposable gloves, and grabbed a scalpel.

Leon froze mid-step. “What are you doing?”

Grace looked up and smiled at him, the blade gleaming coldly in her hand.

“Castration.”

Leon’s face went pale as he clamped his legs together, a shiver running all the way up to his spine.

(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

“You... you evil woman!”

His little hands trembled as he pointed at Grace, stammering, before turning and bolting away. Even his retreating figure screamed of terror.

Grace ignored him and continued her work.

After piglets are born, to ensure quality, they go through a series of procedures, including tail docking, teeth clipping, and nasal drops. Castration is the final step, to be completed within thirty days.

Grace was handling this last step.

As she worked, **Lil Peep** spoke up: **[Host, weren’t you an ordinary office worker before? How do you know how to do this?]**

Grace smiled. **[When I was in school, I couldn’t afford tuition, so I worked on a pig farm during holidays. I picked up a few skills.]**

Lil Peep praised her in its soft voice: **[My host is amazing~]**

By the time Grace finished all the tasks, it was nearly noon.

Martha had already prepared lunch.

Noticing the empty place setting across from her, Grace asked, “Where’s Leon?”

Martha hesitated. “He’s been in his room hugging his Ultraman toy since he got back. He won’t come out for lunch.”

Grace nodded knowingly. “Send the food up to him later.”

Martha agreed.

As long as it doesn’t involve Sir, Ma’am always behaves like a normal person.

Time flew by.

Grace was lounging in her room, discussing with **Lil Peep** whether they should set a trap to catch the person who had sent her the mysterious text, when there was a knock on the door.

“Ma’am, the tutor Sir hired for the young master has arrived.”

Grace stood and walked toward the door. Just as her hand touched the doorknob, she paused.

**[Lil Peep, do we have any information on Leon’s tutor from the original novel?]**

The system quickly caught on: **[Host suspects... he’s a transmigrator?]**

Grace nodded. **[I just got a text this morning, and now this tutor shows up in the afternoon. The timing is too convenient.]**

Lil Peep hurriedly compiled all the relevant information on the tutor and read it aloud to Grace.

After listening, Grace went back to her wardrobe, changed out of her sweats, and grabbed a random white dress from her collection of nearly identical ones.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Luke Blackwell was sitting in the living room, sipping tea and secretly calculating how much San Francisco’s most prestigious estate, **Quill Manor**, was worth.

Suddenly, his gaze froze.

He stared at the white-clad girl descending the spiral staircase.

She was slender and pale, her complexion unusually fair. With a face the size of a palm and thick, dark hair flowing down her back like seaweed, she raised her head, revealing a pair of pitiful, cat-like eyes that could soften anyone’s heart.

Luke swallowed, suppressing the excitement surging within him. He kept reminding himself—

Ever since arriving in this world, he was no longer the top-class freeloading gigolo from his previous life.

Now, he had to start from scratch.

And the first step was to seduce this rich, love-starved heiress, wait for her husband to die, and become the male lead’s next stepfather!