Early the next morning!
After breakfast with the kids, Alvin headed straight for the docks.
He'd never once used the Hydra yacht they'd seized in the Caribbean Sea.
The school's professors, on the other hand, often took it out to do a little fishing.
Alvin had arranged for supplies to be prepared a few days earlier, so everything would be ready for his departure today.
When he pulled up at the docks, he found Stark had already arrived.
The old butler, Albus, was tugging at an impatient Stark while explaining something to him, and ordering a team of people to haul bags and boxes onto the yacht.
Alvin took a few small suitcases out of his pickup truck...
Comparing their luggage with Stark's luxurious preparations, he called out sarcastically, "Did young Master Stark bring diapers?
Or do you have any special requirements for your formula?"
Stark, holding little Morgan, turned to look at Alvin as he approached. "You should've told me sooner that your yacht was this kind of junk.
You call this thing a yacht?
The berths inside can barely fit half of Banner's ass..."
Alvin looked at the yacht, which was over fifty meters long. Sure, they'd stolen it, but it had a pool, a deck, a sizable restaurant, and more than a dozen decent suites.
How had it turned into something so shabby in Stark's mouth?
He released little Ginny, who'd been itching to get away...
His daughter leaped up, snatched little Morgan out of Stark's arms right before Albus's trembling eyes, and...
When Alvin saw Stark actually sigh with relief, he jokingly flipped him the bird.
Albus arranged for a few staff members to come over and help Alvin's group take their luggage aboard...
The old butler looked at Alvin, displeased. "Why couldn't you take a