Chestnut-colored hair clumsily hangs over his forehead, pristine face. Lazy brown eyes were bewitching. Kissable lips and wedge nose, a smirk of his lips could leave a pleasant memory of his fortunate looks.

This was the face of Arsh Morgan, a true challenger among giants. He had the looks of whimsical.

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There's something seductive about him, perhaps it's his mysteriousness behind his laziness. But nonetheless, people tend to admire him from afar even while he is at arm's length.

Only a few knew he was in central intelligence who catches the big fishes who try to arm the country in any way. It might be socio-economical, foreign trade, political freedom, information and technology, and natural resources.

He was the little yet big hand in catching the scams in the name of playtime. Fetching any information about the country was played at the tips of fingers including the black markets.

In the search for a challenging, inquisitive, and dangerous career, he had almost chosen a racer profession before his father obliquely gave him a hint that changed his plans.

He always wished he could keep it secret from everyone but he had truly smart ones around him, especially his mother who finds the difference in his nonchalance too.

He wasn't irritated by it, he so loves his mother that he wouldn't mind stealing her for himself from his artic daemon father who was hard to please. Arsh was already happy that his father doesn't kick him out whenever he wants to be a spoiled son.

A gray plain hoodie was topped with his leather biker jacket matching his ripped blue denim. He had paired everything with white shoes completing his lazy look. He was too simple yet he still couldn't get off his natural charisma that attracts girls like bees.

Walking on the ground floor towards Arna's high profile car, he indeed ignored the smitten girls but there was no arrogance like his sister who had a proud expression.

"Brother Nemo, don't you think your fashion sense is deteriorating? You won't wear my designs, at least take suggestions from Mom. She isn't outdated… yet." She obviously looked down on her mother's work.

Arsh balled up his fist before releasing it after calming down. 'Outdated? Your gross income doesn't even touch Mum's 20th percent of her Alia brand.' He really wanted to tell that and a few more but controlled.

"My little Snow, I don't have a half-baked brain to wear your designs." He was blatant in his sarcastic tone and Arna shrugged, aware of it.

She was all about bling and night style so her designs are only suitable for your high-end brand parties. Apart from it, Arsh didn't really like her designs.

"Then why Mama's boy isn't wearing her design?" She asked as she smirked.

Arsh went towards the driver seat causing the security to let his bike be there. "Keys…" Arna threw her Pagani car key at him, squinting her eyes.

Her brother was a gentleman who always used to open the door for her, let her sit before he was taking a seat. It was one of the things he learned looking at Alan doing for Aria.

Arsh purposefully ignored her eyes and got in. Arna opened the door herself and carefully sat down due to her dress. He responded as he ignited the engine, "Mama's boy will wear her design for a special occasion unlike… You know."

Arna pouted and sulked because when it comes to her and her mother, Arsh always chose mother over sister. She loves to get ready whenever she steps out of the house, what's wrong with that?

To give a comeback, she mumbled, "Your and Dad's fashion senses are rusted due to Mom."

Arsh chuckled but didn't comment. Aria designs the clothes according to their preferences and their comfort level. She will only change their style if they are fine with it but Arna was different.

Her design fit the ramp instead of daily life and family or friends gathering. Their father had almost torn her design formal blazer and shirt looking at the bling and over-bright colors that are a trend between teenagers.

It wasn't that her designs are bad, they are exceptional and celebrities reach her for dramatic imaginative dresses for film festivals, award functions but they can't be used anywhere else. So it's better they don't compare the designs of mother and daughter.

He was tired of telling her those so chose to move from the topic. But most of the time Arna spoke about her achievements, her time with big shots that Arsh had no idea about, her coming plans, and the dumped boyfriends after a day or week or month.

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After a lavish lunch paid by Arna, Arsh drove to the Morgan mansion knowing Arna had gone to the Cooper mansion from the airport.

Seeing the three chatting with each other, Arsh kissed his grandmother's head from behind before sitting on the free couch after a greeting smile at Roxy and Rowan. Arna snuggled her grandmother, "Grandmom, did you miss me? I missed you every day."

Amelia chuckled patting her head while she greeted the other two, "Granddad, Little Mom... Oh yeah, where is Rooney? He didn't respond to my message."

Roxy faintly smiled at her but didn't respond. Rowan responded to her, "He is busy with his sculpting just like you, who remembers us after stepping here."

Arna chuckled brushing it off like a nag and stood up, "I will meet him first. I have an important project to work on so I will have to return to the Cooper mansion."

Before anybody could say anything, Arna turned her heels to the backyard door. All sighed, instead of calling her family, she was more like a guest.

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Rooney Morgan, an artist. He is a sculptor (Pottery/clay and wood), a painter. He had earned a pretty good name in sculpturing. He was just twenty one so he had the patience to wait for a long way to reach a good position.

Opposite to Arna, Rooney preferred to stay with his parents and grandparents in the home. Since he often forgets his meal, it was also convenient for Roxy to take care of him.

Hence Rooney had two studio places for him. One was built amidst trees in the premises of the Morgan estate but a little away from the mansion for more privacy. Another one was Rian's glass studio when he usually preserves his sculpture after completing it.

Entering the studio, Arna quickly patted her chest when her eyes landed on a dragon sculpture that looked so real. Walking inside carefully as she looked around, she was impressed with his art that she itched to get one for herself.

"Where is my sweet little brother?" Arna's voice was full of affection and warmth looking at the side profile of the exquisite youngest man who was lost in his work.