Crises in Love novel Chapter 392

Monique’s eyes darted around, seemingly stumped by my words, then glanced at her grandpa before suddenly declaring, “What's the big deal about time? Grandpa, I'll just move to Silverdale City for school! Is that alright?”

Clearly, I had lit a fire under her. She was ready to go all in, come hell or high water.

I was secretly thrilled, knowing I still had a knack for pushing Monique's buttons. She was a hot-blooded dynamo who thrived on challenges and committed wholeheartedly once provoked.

With her chin defiantly jutted out, Monique added pressure on my dad, “Grandpa, you promised if I got to know this place like the back of my hand, I’d get to run Oldtown Avenue. You have to keep your word!”

Dad watched Monique and I talk, each of us unwilling to back down, with a smug grin.

I knew he was the real kingpin behind the scenes!

“Monique, when have I ever broken a promise? Anyone who wants to do big things has to mean what they say and keep their word. If you truly get to know Oldtown Avenue inside and out, you’ll be its queen!”

Geez, listen to him—the old fox spinning yarns to the kids again.

Monique's face went through a kaleidoscope of expressions as she listened to grandpa's spiel.

“And if you start delving into it now, by the time you’ve mastered it, you’ll be handling it like a pro. You’ll be legendary.”

I nearly choked. Legendary, huh?

“Legendary?” Monique asked.

My father nodded with certainty and answered, “Exactly! People will write about how Monique Dawson, at the tender age of ten, began her in-depth exploration of Oldtown Avenue, documenting every landscape, growing up alongside it, and witnessing its prosperity...