Allen Parker closed his eyes briefly. "Alright, once you've made up your mind, no one can change it. Just tell me what you need me to do."
"Two things," Mr. Satan replied. "First, I need you to keep an eye on my dad and grandma for me, especially my grandma. She raised me, and I can't stop worrying about her."
Allen Parker nodded. "Sure, that's no problem. What's the second thing?"
"The second thing..." Mr. Satan's lips curled into a sharp smile. "Is that everything I've told you today can never be known by a third person, not even my dad or grandma."
Allen Parker nodded again. "If they find out, they'll drag you back to take over the family business for sure. But what about Emily? Shouldn't she know?"
"No," Mr. Satan said firmly. "She's too soft-hearted."
...
By the time the two men came downstairs, more than an hour had passed.
Emily was sitting on the couch, leaning back slightly, while Ken and Daniel, seated beside her, were laughing and chatting.