Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

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After leaving the lab, Kendrick Yacoub voluntarily squatted down in front of Timmy.

“Timmy, are you tired from walking? Let me carry you for a while.”

Timmy initially wanted to say it wasn’t necessary, but seeing Kendrick Yacoub desperately winking at him, he obediently nodded.

“Alright, thank you, Uncle Kendrick.”

Kendrick knew that Timmy had an accident in Kindur recently, so the Lewis family was now being extra protective of the three young masters and misses.

Walter Yonne and Alfredo Mitchell’s reactions were too unusual, and Kendrick had to guard against them harming Timmy.

When Timmy climbed onto his back, he raised his hand and waved, and Timmy rested his little head on his shoulder.

“Baby, tell your mommy to have the bodyguards follow closely.”

He whispered the instructions to Timmy and then strode forward.

On his back, Timmy took out his phone and sent a message to his mom.

Soon, Richelle Dunn replied.

“OK, arranging it right away.”

Soon, the plainclothes bodyguards who had been following at a distance reduced the distance to just a few meters, positioning themselves at different angles and directions.

In case of any emergency, these bodyguards would swoop in to rescue Timmy in the blink of an eye.

Only after seeing the bodyguards’ figures did Kendrick secretly relax.

Meanwhile, Walter Yonne and Alfredo Mitchell were completely unaware of these changes, and silently led Timmy to the administration office of the adjacent building to receive different souvenirs. To their surprise, Timmy’s set of souvenirs included a set of extremely intricate surgical knives engraved with Master Kingston’s signature!

Timmy’s eyes lit up when he saw this set of surgical knives.

After receiving them, he was as excited as a child who had just gotten their long-awaited toy, and happily bounced his way out of the administration office.

At this moment, Timmy was like a typical naughty kid!

Seeing the surgical knives in Timmy’s hand, Walter Yonne, and Alfredo Mitchell’s expressions changed slightly.

In fact, all of Master Kingston’s direct disciples had a set of the same surgical knives.

However, the time when they received them varied.

Walter remembered that he was probably around thirty years old, just after being promoted to associate professor, and Alfredo should be around the same age.

As for the other junior brothers and sisters, the timing was around the time they were promoted to associate professor – no one had received them earlier than that.

But how long had this young junior been Master’s disciple?

Barely half a year, yet Master had already found a way to hand him this set of surgical knives that symbolized the identity of direct disciples – the favoritism was beyond words.

Kendrick didn’t know the symbolic significance of this set of surgical knives, so he only faintly sensed the unhappiness of the two senior disciples without fully understanding what Timmy had done to upset them.

It seems that he has a vague premonition that the next three days of the lecture are not going to be easy, and that he’ll need to be fully alert to protect Timmy.

After the commotion, they realized that it was almost time for the conference to start.

Leaving the administration office, the four of them hurried to the auditorium where the lecture was being held.

When they entered, the security staff carefully checked Timmy’s invitation and Kendrick’s accompanying pass, asked Kendrick two or three questions, then let them in.

This time, in addition to Master Kingston, several other god-level figures with similar status had also been invited to give lectures.

So, the people who held these invitations were the elite students from various related fields around the world.

Even Master Kingston, who was one of the speakers, had just three precious invitations, which shows how valuable these slots were.

And yet, one of these valuable slots had actually been given to a young kid barely over five years old, with a guardian accompanying him.

No wonder the security staff had to inspect them closely.

Walter Yonne and Alfredo Mitchell both felt embarrassed so they stood far away after their invitations were checked.

It was as if letting people know they came with little Timmy would make them lose face completely.

“Ricky, I really can’t accept this. He’s only five. On what grounds did Master give him that set of surgical knives? Doesn’t that make us older disciples look dumb?”

Alfredo had been holding in his dissatisfaction for nearly an hour, so when he and his senior brother finally got away from Timmy, he couldn’t help but start complaining.

Walter glanced at the kid still being questioned at the entrance, with disdain showing in his eyes.

“Junior brother, I never thought our Master would still be clinging to money and power at his age.”

Alfredo looked puzzled. “What do you mean, Ricky?”

With a cold look, Walter said, “Didn’t Kendrick just tell you? This kid’s mother is Richelle Dunn.”

Alfredo, who was relatively more oblivious to the affairs outside, asked.

“I know, she’s Ms. Seaton’s proud disciple.”

Walter snorted, “That’s just one of her identities. Her husband is Roy Lewis, the head of the top East Asian family, the Lewis. Moreover, Ms. Seaton’s award-winning project was entirely funded by Roy Lewis, and all the advanced equipment in her lab was donated by him.”

Alfredo, hearing this for the first time, couldn’t help but exclaim, “Damn, that’s incredible!”

Walter humphed, “That’s why our Master obviously has his eye on the money and power of the head of the Lewis family. As long as our Master clings to their little son, he won’t have to worry about investments and equipment in the future..”