I Become Baby Mafia Boss

"Raise the stwake?" Ainsley tilted her head. She looked at Evan with suspicion in her eyes. 

What is this old dude trying to do again? Is this one of his tricks? Did he intentionally lose only to raise my morale and make me bet higher, and then he will beat me?

Even though Ainsley believed that her luck ability was unbeatable in this kind of gambling game, she didn't dare to be conceited. 

What if Evan had a far stronger ability up his sleeve? For example...the ability to control time...pause it, and then change the dice position…

Since Neil, his son had a time-related ability, as the father, he should have one too, right? Someone said that most unique abilities were inherited…

Alas, Evan didn't know what's in Ainsley's mind at all. With all resolve to lose, the middle-aged dude tapped his armchair. 

"Let's raise the stake, but let's not increase the amount of energy crystals as the bet. I think betting only using energy crystals won't be that fun." 

"So...what kind of bwet do you want to pwut on, uwncle?" Ainsley started to fiddle with her fingers again as she eyed Evan cautiously. 

If the dude said that Cellino should be included as the bet, she would never agree! 

But what Evan said next almost made the baby fall from her sofa. 

"How about betting my son? Let's see. If you win, my son shall be at your beck and call. He will do his best to please you! And this doesn't count only when he's at the capital." 

Evan didn't try to stop despite seeing Ainsley's trembling shoulders. 

"My son shall continue to keep in touch with you wherever he is. If you need his help, you shall call him anytime, and he will agree. How is it?" 

Evan finally finished his proposal and tried to smile, but his smile looked so creepy that Ainsley shuddered in response. 

The heck! What kind of father is this guy? How could he make his priceless son as a betting chip to gamble with someone he barely knows?? 

Ainsley almost wanted to adopt the poor Neil and soothed his wounded heart. 

Was Neil not this uncle's favourite son or something? Maybe he's secretly hated? And that's why this uncle wanted to throw Neil away? 

All sorts of manhwa plot line whirled inside Ainsley's mind, adding more drama to her thoughts. 

The baby couldn't help but secretly look at Neil, wondering what his reaction would be. 

Indeed, when Ainsley saw Neil, a.k.a, Finley, the boy stood rooted to the floor. His face turned as pale as ghosts, even paler than the Godfather, the actual ghost. 

The boy even lowered his head, and his shoulders shook hard! 

Yeah, Finley was currently trying to hold back from smacking his dad's head. The boy clenched his fists tightly and cursed his own 18 ancestors including his dad. 

Fck you, dad! Ahhhh! Don't think I don't know what you're planning to do! You want to match me and Ain by using the bet as an excuse, right? 

What do you want by sending me over to her? Being at her beck and call? Bah! You just want us to get married in the future! I know it! 

Finley clearly thought too far. 

Evan actually only wanted Finley to spend more time with their future sworn ally and at the same time, slowly nurture feelings between the kids. 

Of course, it would be better if the two grew up as childhood friends and then when they became adults, they had feelings for each other. 

Oh, if they could, they should get engaged when Ainsley turns 10 and Finley turns 15…

Engagement arranged for mafia kids around 10 years old are common, after all, and they would only get married after both kids turned 18. 

However, Finley took this too far. He started to think that maybe, his dad wanted him to hurry and give him a cute granddaughter or something…

Thus, the poor boy gritted his teeth and silently sobbed at the corner. He even drew circles and mumbled in a low voice. 

Seeing this, Ainsley's heart softened for the boy. Her eyes turned watery and her nose became slightly moist. 

Oh, Neil! So pitiful! Ah, don't cry! 

Ainsley almost stood up and ran to Neil's side to console the poor boy. Even though the boy was arrogant and annoying, Ainsley knew that he's just a bit too spoiled. He's not that evil inside. 

So, when she saw the boy's pitiful state, she wanted to curse Evan. 

Uncle, did you not want your son anymore? Is it because he's ugly? Is that why you force him to use a bunny face mask?! Yeah, that must be! 

Oh, no...poor Neil! 

Even Zev and the Godfather secretly wiped their nonexistent tears with their shared handkerchief. 

[Lil lass, that boy is so pitiful…] 

As if. He's the sole heir of the Walter Family. There's no way Evan, the family head, would just let him go like that. 

But the Godfather didn't say this and just floated on the air, happily watching the show. 

[Yeah, he's so pitiful! If his dad doesn't want him, I'll take him to our family.] 

Ainsley was determined to pick up this unwanted boy and groom him in her family. After all, his time-related ability was something she's interested in. 

"Uh...if that's okay with ywou, uwncle...but what should I put on as the bet?" Ainsley accepted Evan's proposal and even started to think of Neil's future room in her house. 

Would he like simple designs or not? After all, he used to be a spoiled, rich brat…

The girl thought too far. She's literally planning to kidnap someone's family heir and make him hers! 

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