The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 206: The Little Girl

Chapter 206: Chapter 206: The Little Girl

"Grandpa..." At this moment, Sarah Grandy used an extremely coquettish tone to gently call out again, her eyes brimming with flirtatious charm, extremely seductive.

James Brown shivered and vigorously shook his head, hurriedly saying, "You better go take a shower."

Blinking her cartoon-like beautiful big eyes, Sarah Grandy said pitifully, "Grandpa, can I really go take a shower now?"

"You can, you can, my dear little miss, please spare me, hurry up."

At this point, Sarah Grandy suddenly burst out with a silver bell-like laughter, jumping and skipping into the bathroom and quickly shutting the door behind her.

Only then did James Brown breathe a sigh of relief, subconsciously wiping his forehead, already sweating, feeling a bit embarrassed to be seduced by a young girl to this extent.

"Grandpa, are you hot again? Do you want to shower together and let me serve you?" Suddenly, Sarah Grandy opened the sliding door again, peeking her head out and playfully blinking at James Brown.

"No need!" James Brown immediately put on a stern face.

Sarah Grandy pursed her lips and smiled, asking, "Really, grandpa, no need?"

"I said no need, then no need." James Brown grunted, daring not to look at this young girl anymore.

"Then I won’t lock the door, come in whenever you want." Sarah Grandy teased again before finally closing the sliding door.

James Brown grabbed a cup, gulped down all the water in it, and lit a cigarette, finally calming his state of mind, then couldn’t help but wryly smile. Sarah Grandy really knew how to seduce—a still inexperienced girl, wondering just how many men will be done in by her when she grows up.

He got up to cook, the fridge was stocked with vegetables and meat prepared by Emma Campbell, all clean and ready. James Brown only needed to cut them for cooking. Looking at these items, James Brown felt especially warm-hearted. Emma Campbell was indeed a model of a good wife and mother, living a life with her would definitely be comfortable.

"Grandpa, could you please get me a piece of clothing?" came Sarah Grandy’s voice from the bathroom.

James Brown immediately replied, "Get it yourself."

"Then I’ll just get it myself." Her voice carried a hint of seduction.

James Brown sensed something fishy; this young girl might just run out bare-bottomed, quickly saying, "Fine, I’ll get it for you, what do you need?"

"Get me a pair of panties, and also borrow Sister Emma’s nightgown for me, my set got wet and I can’t wear it, I only have one nightgown."

James Brown sweat a bit, knowing this girl wasn’t so easy to deal with, truly seductive. However, fetching a girl’s underwear didn’t pressure him much; he wasn’t some young, blushing boy at the sight of a girl’s underwear.

He went to the bedroom and found Sarah Grandy’s suitcase, which was surprisingly empty. Upon checking the wardrobe, that girl had actually mixed her clothes with Emma’s, seemingly making plans to stay long-term.

Finding Sarah Grandy’s underwear was easy; her panties were those cartoonish cotton types. Although Emma also mainly wore cotton, hers had no cartoon patterns. He casually took a pair, then also took Emma’s silk nightgown, and went to the bathroom door.

"I’ve brought them." James Brown knocked on the door.

Sarah Grandy immediately cracked open the door slightly, her head poking out but her body hidden behind it, her cheeks flushed as she said, "Grandpa, do you want to come in and shower again?"

"I’ve got no time for you." James Brown directly tossed the nightgown and underwear onto Sarah Grandy’s head and turned away.

"Bad grandpa, not cherishing the fairer sex," Sarah Grandy muttered, but still closed the bathroom door.

At this moment, James Brown felt much more relaxed. Although Sarah Grandy kept seducing him, she didn’t seem as bold as her actions suggested; otherwise, when he delivered the clothes, she would have opened the door wider, or at least revealed more than just her head.

While cooking, Sarah Grandy had already changed and dashed into the kitchen, first sniffing and commenting, "Grandpa, it smells so good."

James Brown’s attitude towards Sarah Grandy had improved a bit, smiling and saying, "Then just go out and wait, it’ll be ready soon."

"How could I do that? While grandpa is cooking here, how can I just wait to eat?"

James Brown tapped Sarah Grandy’s head lightly, smiling, "Can you cook then?"

Sarah Grandy smirked sheepishly, saying, "Not really... but can I keep you company? At least I can chat with you and relieve the boredom."

"Okay, let me ask you, where did you learn all this from, calling yourself ’grandpa’ and ’servant’?"

"Isn’t it all played like this on TV, don’t men like this kind of tune? Plus, I saw you were quite enjoying it just now," Sarah Grandy giggled with her hand covering her mouth.

"It seems to be quite good indeed," James Brown didn’t deny it.

Sarah Grandy’s eyes lit up and she said, "Well, Uncle, how about we continue like this in the future, I will serve you as your servant."

James Brown couldn’t help but grin and said, "You can treat it as a game, but someone like you who is usually served by others, how can you serve me?"

Pouting, Sarah Grandy protested, "Why couldn’t I? Just watch me, Uncle, I will take good care of you, hehe, and later I can be like a concubine just for you."

James Brown suddenly felt a headache coming on and said, "What else do you want to be?"

"I’ve already made concessions, I’m not even trying to be the mistress now, just a concubine. Uncle, you can’t possibly deny me a chance," Sarah Grandy fiddled with her skirt, showing an extremely aggrieved expression.

"Enough, stop playing pitiful here, go get the dishes and prepare for dinner."

Sarah Grandy wasn’t satisfied with James Brown’s response and sulkily pouted, but after grabbing the dinnerware, her face was graced with a flattering smile, and she said, "Grandpa, now let your servant serve you."

After James Brown had cooked the meal, he naturally earned his title and sat at the dining table. Sarah Grandy immediately filled a bowl of rice for him, but didn’t pass him the chopsticks; instead, she picked some rice with the chopsticks, blew gently on it, and brought it to his mouth, cooing, "Grandpa, please eat."

Quickly, James Brown said, "No need, I’m not that helpless, I can’t stand this fuss, just go and eat." Saying so, he quickly grabbed the chopsticks and began eating on his own.

Standing beside James Brown, Sarah Grandy said with a wronged tone, "Grandpa, did I not do well again?"

"Stop making trouble. If you really want to serve me, just give me a massage occasionally, that would be enough. Anything more is too much for me," he warned and playfully slapped her on the buttocks, commanding, "Go eat."

Sarah Grandy gasped, gave James Brown a flirtatious look, and said, "Grandpa, I’m still young, how can you hit me like that?"

James Brown nearly slammed his head on the table; his slap was a spontaneous reaction, meant to quell her naughtiness, but her framing it in such a way made it seem like he was harassing her. Thankfully, no one else was present, or else his reputation wouldn’t survive even if he threw himself into the Y River.

Seeing James Brown’s awkward state, Sarah Grandy burst into giggles and gave him another coquettish glance before finally sitting down to eat.

During the meal, Sarah Grandy occasionally served James Brown some dishes which somewhat resembled a docile wife, but hers was obviously an act, unlike Emma Campbell who behaved naturally and sincerely, showing a stark difference.

However, it was undeniable that being served by this playful girl was rather enjoyable for James Brown.

Seeing that it was still early, James Brown planned to go to the gym and work out more, and Sarah Grandy insisted on going with him. Knowing it was futile to refuse her, he reluctantly agreed, but warned before leaving, "Outside, no more ’servant’ or ’grandpa.’"

Pursing her lips, Sarah Grandy said, "Got it, I’ll only serve you like this at home. Otherwise, people might think you’re a weird uncle."

With that, James Brown took Sarah Grandy out, and when she saw that he was driving a Porsche 991, her eyes widened as she exclaimed dramatically, "Uncle, you are so cool! Driving a Porsche!"

"It’s our boss’s car, I’m just driving it for now," James Brown replied nonchalantly.

Sarah Grandy pouted and said, "Who cares whose it is, you’re driving it now and it’s totally cool. If you went out to pick up girls, every girl would fall for it, no girl could resist the allure of a Porsche."

Annoyed, James Brown asked, "So if you saw someone driving a Porsche, would you go off with him?"

With a mischievous smile, Sarah Grandy said, "Hehe, I’m different, I’d only go with you if you drove a Porsche, not with anyone else."

James Brown shook his head but couldn’t help smiling, for he knew that Sarah Grandy was not as frivolous as she appeared; it was only because she was so bold with him. It seemed this was also a kind of male charm.

As they got into the car, Sarah Grandy was fidgeting like a little monkey, excitedly touching here and looking there, genuinely thrilled to be in such a luxury sports car for the first time.

James Brown didn’t stop her, and even though the car belonged to Lucy Campbell, he didn’t take it seriously, knowing Lucy was rich enough not to mind if the car was damaged.

But soon, James Brown felt strangely, wondering why he was so casually using Lucy’s property, as if his relationship with Lucy had become unusually close.