The Return of Heirs.

The Return of Heirs.
The A1 Steam Engine.



The day was starting to light, Jesslyn was preparing to join her father to go to the company. She is just a little girl but her responsibilities are so much, she still has to learn and keep learning no matter how small her age.


Now Jesslyn was in front of a makeup mirror, her room was large and luxurious but did not cover the void in her heart. He wished to accompany his father and mother in appearance to make himself perfect, but hope is only a hope even to this day there is no sign of his mother will be aware of his beautiful dreams.


Coma for 10 years, why not die of oxygen or others. Obviously that is not possible, Song Lucas is their leader until now Song Group will plunge into the robot industry, Song Group has become the king of all businesses.


Jesslyn is a teenage girl, she appears so feminine today, with her simple drees she goes to meet her father. He walked down the stairs of his house, looking for his father's position, but he was nowhere to be seen, until he met a waiter who was cleaning an antique vase in the living room.


"Auntie, where's my dad?" jesslyn asked in an ordinary tone but seemed cold.


"Great master was in the ladies' dining room, he said he was waiting for you to have breakfast together."


"Alright, continue your work. I'll catch up with Dad."


"Good miss big."


Jesslyn stepped foot into the dining room, the sound of hells blending into the marble floor since when she had a charming beauty but with an aura like her father. The girl could really put herself wherever she was. The girl walked over while holding her cell phone.


Arriving in the dining room he saw three people were there, namely the butler, Neon and Song Lucas.


"Good morning dad," Jesslyn said cheerfully, she sat right in front of her father who was reading the newspaper and enjoying a cup of coffee.


"Dad, am I pretty?" jesslyn continued as she stood up and then circled in front of her father who was enjoying her morning coffee.


"Of course, my most beautiful daughter. But you have to look after Ethics, 16-year-old girls don't think like kids."


"Dad can, I'm just doing in front of dad no one else."


Jesslyn sat back down then she cut the steak on the table into pieces then handed it over to her father. The morning steak why not a sandwich it all depends on their request.


"Dad, eat first. Drinking coffee before breakfast is dangerous for the stomach."


Lucas nodded, since Jesslyn's life grew warmer how Berryl educated the princess as well as Jesslyn to become an understanding boy.


"Uncle the waiter, can you please get me some milk."


"Of course, miss."


The waiter bowed and then left the place, he returned to the kitchen to prepare the milk Jesslyn requested. When he finished he returned to give up the milk.


After breakfast, Jesslyn and Lucas are escorted by Neon to the company. They boarded one car because it was enough to go together.


Meanwhile at Elin's house, Elin is reprimanding her son who is busy playing morning games. Such a sunny day he should go to exercise instead of sitting while playing games.


"Jimmy Lan's? aren't you done with that thing."


"Come mami. It will soon be over" said Jimmy as he continued to play the object.


"If you had a little Jesslyn's ingenuity, you wouldn't be upset with you."


"Mommy, your son is me or him."


"Jimmy, what did you just say. You know it was his father who made Ji and Lan's company go bankrupt 10 years ago, and you know Jim, his mother fell into a coma because it was pushing me out. If only he hadn't saved me first, maybe right now lying in the ward is me and you haven't been born into this world" said Elin Ji in anger, her tears welled up reminiscing about the dark tragedy as she was on the brink of collapse as the whole world cursed her pesky carrier family Song Lucas and Jesslyn were still standing by her side.


"Mom forgive me, I didn't mean it that way."


Jimmy hugged his crying mother remembering that while his father was gone early in the morning.


"Until whenever Jesslyn is my sister, I won't compare myself to her."


Elin nodded then hugged the little prince, while Jimmy in his bath embedded a promise to return the favor to the Song family and the Ivona family.


"Mother, this afternoon let's go visit Aunt Berryl at the hospital."


Hearing the invitation Elin nodded, this was the first time Jimmy Lan had made a request to visit Berryl usually he would force his only son to visit him but right now the little boy had the initiative.


Meanwhile, Jesslyn, Song Lucas and Neon have arrived at Song's parent company because that's where the A1 system will be developed. On the tail of Lan Dijia's car behind them,


Two bodyguards at the entrance opened the doors, Jesslyn and Song Lucas exited the car after Neon parked the car.


It was the first time Jesslyn had set foot directly in the center of Song Group, the skyscraper was the parent of the Song family business.


Some people say hello to them, some are panicking because and scattering here and there.


"Uncle what's wrong?" jesslyn asked as someone was running towards them. The man Jesslyn looked at approached and then looked down.


"Sorry Miss, I'm sorry Mr. President. There was a gas leak in the A1 experimental chamber. If this isn't under control, it could spread throughout the company."


"Is the gas poisonous uncle?" ask Jesslyn again.


"According to research it is not miss, but it is quite dangerous for breathing. Especially if the person who inhales has asthma or shortness of breath."


"Alright, turn off all control and evacuate everyone close to the room. If there is a tightness, please take it to the hospital immediately."


The man looked at Song Lucas this was the first time he had been ruled by a girl who had come with his president.


"Just do everything she says, she's my daughter Song Jesslyn Ivona, from now on you and all of you must call her Big Miss."


"Good sir."


He then rushed to do everything Jesslyn said, first to cut off or shut down the controls then evacuate the people working near from the section.


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