Chapter 3

Simon Zachary had a dark expression. "Don't sweat about it. As a parent, you should always be on the lookout for your children."

"That's right, the clothes worn by President Zachary are custom-made, do you think you could afford to compensate him for it?" The man’s assistant, Franky Zimmer, was standing behind him as he rebuked in a low voice. Earlier, he was the one who had scolded her son.

He glared at Sharon. 'She is so daring! A woman has never gotten so close to President Zachary before!'

"Ain't it just a pair of pants? I can afford to pay for it!" Sebastian, who was being held by his mother, spoke up. He could not afford to let his mother endure the humiliation when he was the one who had caused the trouble.

Simon placed his gaze on the little boy. He frowned as he found the little kid rather familiar.

Franky sneered. "Hey brat, how will you compensate for it?"

Sebastian took out his piggy bank that was in his little yellow duck bag and poured out all the spare cash he had in it. "Here you go, is this more than enough?"

Simon looked at the pocket money. It seemed as if he had recalled something as his icy cold expression could now be seen with a faint smile accompanying it.

He said in a tone that was not as cold as before, "Keep that pocket money well. Just pay more attention to where you're heading next time."

"Uncle, are you looking down on me?" Sebastian frowned as he looked at the towering man.

Sharon was not willing to continue arguing with them. Since the opponent just let the matter slid aside, she got the hint and wanted to quickly leave the scene.

She quickly yanked her son toward herself and apologized once again, "I'm really sorry for having caused both of you trouble."

After apologizing, she brushed past Simon as she was leaving the scene with her son in her hand.

Simon was about to leave as well, but when Sharon passed by him, a fragrant smell that was embroidered in his memory wafted up his nose.

He quickly came to a halt, and his pupils shrunk as he turned around to look at her. Nevertheless, she was already far away from him with her son.

In the blink of an eye, the mother and son were already swallowed by the crowd at the airport. Nevertheless, he stood motionless on the same spot.

Franky, who was puzzled, looked at his boss and asked cautiously, "President Zachary, are you planning on making them pay as compensation?"

Simon squinted his hawk eyes. 'Why did that lady have that fragrance?'

It had been five years, and he had smelled plenty of different scents from many ladies. However, he was always unable to find the woman who had that fragrance in his memory.

"Go investigate that lady," he ordered calmly.

Franky was surprised, but he still nodded. "Noted."

No woman had been able to pique President Zachary's interest. 'That lady is already a mother to a kid. Is President Zachary interested in married women?'

Sharon brought her son out of the airport, hailed a cab, and headed for Riley's house.

She did not know why, but the man's appearance made her feel disturbed. When she brought her son outside, she felt as if a pair of eyes were staring at her from behind.

When they arrived at Riley's house, Riley was already waiting for them at the entrance.

She ran over eagerly when she saw Sharon come down from the car. She hugged her. "Shar, you finally came back. I really missed you!"

Sharon nearly could not withstand her passionate hug. "Alright, you have to relax. I can't breathe with you hugging me so tightly!"

Only then did Riley let go of Sharon. Her eyes were red. "Quick, let me have a look at what you have become—a lady who has already given birth to a kid.

"Hmph, you still have such a nice body figure. You have what it takes to find your second love!" Riley kept praising her.

"What's a second love, aunty?" Sebastian dragged his tiny luggage over and stood beside his mother. He looked at Riley with his innocent, black eyes.

"Well, you're little Sebastian! How did you turn out to be so handsome and cute? You must have inherited it from your mom!" Riley did not stop holding the little kid tightly in her arms after seeing him.

Sebastian struggled to breathe. His expression was as if he was entrapped in the jaws of a wolf. He waved his hands, gesturing for his mother's help. "Save me, mummy…"

Sharon found it hilarious. "She's your godmother. She’s not a bad person."

"Yeah, I'm your godmother. Be a good boy, my godson. Come, call me your godmother."

Sebastian pouted his mouth, unwilling to greet her. "I want Daddy, not godmother."