A few days later, Saturday, the weather was clear!Early in the morning, Lydia got up. She had an important exhibition today, and a few models were coming over for interviews. The studio had just moved here from Paris, and there was a lot to start anew, so she had been busy lately!After hastily preparing breakfast, Lydia knocked on the door, "Wythe, are you up yet?""Not yet..."Wythe's drowsy voice came from inside. Lydia's eyes softened with indulgence, "Alright, then you can sleep a little longer. It's Saturday anyway, but don't forget to have breakfast. If the milk is cold, you can heat it up again. There are sandwiches on the table. I'm off to the office!""I know! Bye, Mom!" came the soft voice from the room."Bye, sweetheart!"After exchanging greetings with her son, Lydia hurried downstairs.Glancing at the time, she realized she needed to be quicker, or she might miss today's morning meeting.At this moment, Wythe wasn't lying in bed either.He had already gotten up early an
The executives left the conference room one by one, unable to contain their curiosity. Wasn't the child at the reception desk? Let's ask the receptionist to take a photo and send it to the internal staff group.Meanwhile, the receptionist was buzzing with excitement on her phone.Receptionist: Boss's son spotted! Attached is a photo.Finance: Wow! The resemblance is uncanny!Receptionist: He's here with me, looking for his dad, Lambert! He's adorable!Wythe wasn't aware of what the receptionist was discussing with others. He just felt the strange gaze from the pretty lady, but he didn't have the energy to pay much attention to this peculiar lady now.Despite his calm appearance, Wythe was somewhat nervous. Would his dad meet him?At the same time, the subsidiary general manager, Gordon, had also arrived at the reception desk. At the sight of Wythe, one thought occupied his mind: Damn! This kid is definitely the boss's own flesh and blood! There's no way they could look so alike withou
In the director's office of a hospital, a man in a white coat lounged with his legs crossed. He didn't look like a doctor; rather, he seemed more like a rogue.His name was Horace, Lambert's family doctor and childhood friend.Suddenly, Horace's phone buzzed twice. He picked it up and slid the screen open, revealing a message from someone named Lambert:"Urgent, come quickly!" Below was an address."Huh? Why would he suddenly text me? I just did his check-up the day before yesterday, everything seemed normal. Could something unexpected have happened?" With this thought, Horace's face quickly became serious. He knew it was quite normal for Lambert, with his status, to encounter unexpected events. He just wondered who had dared to confront him this time.With that in mind, Horace quickly got up, not even bothering to change clothes, grabbed his medical kit, and went out for a house call. Ten minutes later, Horace appeared before Lambert.Pushing open the boss's office door, Horace imme
"Gurgle..."Hearing the sound coming from Wythe's stomach, Lambert couldn't help but want to smirk. The feeling of blood connection was truly wonderful. Looking at this child was like seeing his past and his future!Wythe felt extremely embarrassed as he covered his stomach. It was almost noon now, and he had only eaten a sandwich and drank a glass of milk in the morning. Feeling hungry now was normal!"Let's go, let's have lunch first!"While Wythe awkwardly fumbled, Lambert directly approached and lifted the child. He's quite heavy!It seemed that the mother had raised the child well. Maybe he could double the amount he had originally planned to compensate her with! Anyway, the woman probably had the same goal in mind.In the moment Lambert's strong arms lifted him, Wythe realized the difference between his father and mother.Compared to his mother's soft embrace, his father's embrace was firmer and warmer, with powerful arms. The cool scent of mint was just like what he smelled on
In the elegant café, the air was filled with intoxicating aroma, and the melodious piano music intertwined with the scent of coffee, hovering in this cozy space, making the sunny afternoon all the more delightful.Sitting by the window, a middle-aged man kept glancing towards the entrance.Every time the wind chime hanging on the door rang, he would subconsciously look over, giving the impression that he was awaiting a lover's arrival.But in reality, he was only waiting for his daughter, Lydia.Yes, this man was none other than Lydia's father, Harlan.He had been waiting here for over an hour, his face displaying impatience and restrained anger, though he managed to suppress it when he looked at the documents on the table.Half an hour later, the wind chime at the café's entrance rang again, and Harlan looked up to see a familiar yet distant figure—his daughter, Lydia.Today, Lydia was dressed in professional attire, her long hair elegantly tied up, exuding a savvy and capable demean
"Let go, you're going to break my hand!" Harlan struggled and howled, then started cursing, "Who are you? What's your relationship with my daughter that you're hitting me?"Lambert sneered and released Harlan's wrist.Harlan stumbled, thinking he had freed himself, only to be grabbed by a tall man behind Lambert, his loyal bodyguard, Bob."You're hitting my girlfriend, so naturally, it concerns me! But since you claim to be Lydia's father, I can't lay a hand on you myself. Bob, TAKE CARE OF him."As a longtime bodyguard to Lambert, Bob understood what to do with just a glance from his boss. He lifted Harlan and headed toward the alley behind the café.Harlan was about to yell when a sharp pain shot through him. His jaw was dislocated, his eyes widened in realization of the trouble he was in. Who was this cold-hearted man? When did Lydia get involved with such a person?Before Harlan could make sense of it, a barrage of punches rained down on him. He felt pain all over his body, but he
Silent all the way, Lambert dropped Lydia off, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.Lydia felt inexplicably disappointed. She hadn't meant to, but something felt off. Suddenly, thoughts of Wythe crossed her mind.Fidgeting with her phone, Lydia debated whether she should call and apologize.Although Lambert hadn't said anything, she felt like she had hurt him."Mom! You've been staring at your phone for half an hour. Are you going to make a call?" Wythe's voice snapped Lydia back to reality.She awkwardly tucked her phone into her pocket. "No, I was just checking the time. Are you hungry?"Wythe squinted slightly, sensing that something was off. His mom had seemed distracted since she got back today, and her mood didn't seem great.Was it something to do with Dad?After a moment of thought, Wythe reached into Lydia's pocket and took out her phone. "Mom, you go cook. I'll hold onto your phone."Lydia paused, "Okay, but no games. They're bad for your eyes.""I know."As Lydia headed
A week later, at the headquarters of G Group, Harlan, accompanied by Ron and Maggie, quietly entered the company through a side door.Inside the door, a middle-aged man in his fifties had obviously been waiting for a long time.Seeing Harlan and his companions appear, the man hurriedly approached them. "Sir, you finally came. You had me worried sick. I thought the plan was canceled!"This man was Kent, the CFO of G Group, and also the "inside man" buried by Harlan and his team within the company.Previously, with the help of the prominent lawyer Kevin, Lydia successfully reclaimed her mother's inheritance and inherited the renamed G Group.Lydia managed to find a highly reputable manager to assist her in running the company, and immediately restructured the entire organization, replacing almost all the top executives who were formerly allied with Harlan and his team.However, Lydia chose not to touch Kent. Firstly, the company's finances required meticulous scrutiny, and Kent had pers