CHAPTER 7

Mommy, don’t worry, I’ll behave. Can I play in the lounge?”

Cynthia required a great deal of concentration while sketching. The deadline to hand in the draft to Angela was fast approaching. What she really needed now was total concentration.

Nodding her head, Cynthia counselled him. “You can play on your own, but you’re not allowed to take a step out of the company’s entrance. Don’t get up to mischief, alright?”

“Got it, mommy.” The little fellow answered quickly.

Cynthia was at ease because she trusted her son. Ever since he was young, she’d never have to worry about him.

“Go on then!” She smiled and walked him to her office door.

Once outside, his huge eyes immediately surveyed his surroundings. Looking out the glass panes, he stared fixedly at the pyramid-like building. His huge eyes flashed with resoluteness.

Now was his best chance to leave. He had to seize it.

Because the little bean was still small, no one saw him slipped out. He dashed off as soon as he was out the doors. But when crossing the street, he did not forget to observe the road safety rules. It took him 15 minutes to arrive at the entrance of the Gabriel's Corporation. The little boy stood in front of the building. His pitiful, tiny frame was so tiny that it was easily overlooked.

He gaped at the building in awe. Just thinking that Gabriel was sitting somewhere in this building caused his heart to throb in excitement.

Like a fearless calf, he bravely rushed forward, entering the lobby with his little backpack strapped to his back. The little boy was courageous and resourceful. Glancing left and right, he finally figured out the fastest method to meet the man.

Putting on puppy eyes, he walked up to the pretty aunt who was working at the front desk. Lifting his small head, he began to put his plan into motion.

Several of the front desk employees who caught sight of him looked at each other in wonderment.Where did this cute little fellow come from?

“How may I help you, kid?”

“I’m here to see my uncle.”

“Your uncle? What’s his name?”

“His name is Gabriel York. Aunt, can you take me to see him?” The little boy implored wearing a pitiable expression.

“Heavens! He looks just like the President. Just like two peas in a pod!”

“You’re the Yorks family’s relative? Why isn’t your bodyguard with you?” The receptionist was puzzled.

“I don’t like to be escorted. I told them to wait outside. Aunt, I want to meet my uncle. Please take me up to see him!” His face which bore a striking resemblance to Gabriel's helped lend credence to his story. His bright and intelligent eyes were simply too captivating.

One of the receptionists walked around the front desk having every intention of grasping this opportunity. “Okay, I’ll take you there.”

It was a privilege to be of service to a relative of President Gabriel. Moreover, there might even be a chance for her to catch a glimpse of the president!

He joyfully took her hand as they walked into the elevator. The exuberant little boy was elated that his plan of brushing face had worked.

“Little kiddo, what’s your name?” The receptionist stooped down to study him carefully.

“I’m called Zion York.” The little boy told a barefaced lie. All he needed to do now was to appear before Gabriel so that he could pass mommy’s résumé to him.

“What a nice name!” The receptionist had no doubt at all. This little fellow had a face similar to Gabriel’s.

The elevator went all the way up and stopped when it reached the sixtieth floor. The kid promptly committed this to memory and then scampered after her.

As they were walking through the lofty hallway, they were abruptly stopped by a woman dressed in a dark suit who appeared highly competent.

“What’s the matter?”

“Hello, Assistant Sandra. This is President Gabriel’s little nephew. I’ve brought him up.” The receptionist beamed.

Assistant Sandra's gaze settled on the child. With brows knitted in a frown, she asked, “You’re President Gabriel’s nephew?”

The little boy didn’t expect for there to be another hurdle. He smiled broadly. “Yes! My uncle is Gabriel York. Aunt, can you take me to see him?”

“I don’t recall the Yorks family having a kid around your age. Have you got the wrong person?” Assistant Sandra stooped down to put her face level with his.

Blinking his huge eyes, the little boy firmly said in a loud voice, “I’m not mistaken. He is my uncle. If you don’t believe it, you can take me to see him.”

“What’s in your backpack?” Assistant Sandra remained vigilant.

“Nothing much! They’re just my snacks. Aunt, do you want to have a look?” Having said that, the little boy decided to take off his small backpack for her to inspect. Assistant Sandra reached in and took out two slices of cake, a packet of tissue, and a small bottle of mosquito repellent.

Beside him, the receptionist covered her mouth trying to smother a laugh. This kid was just too cute!

The little boy was also smart. The résumé was sandwiched between the inner pockets of his backpack.

After examining his backpack carefully, Assistant Sandra continued to gaze at him with suspicion in her eyes. “But I remember that the family doesn’t have a child around your age!”

“I want to see my uncle. I want to see him. If you don’t recognize me, then just bring me to him.” The little boy pursed his lips, showing her a displeased expression.

Assistant Sandra carefully studied his little face. His face looking so similar to President Gabriel’s had long astounded her. This was not just a simple resemblance, even the arrogant expression on the little boy’s face was identical. Just like a carbon-copy of him!

“You… you’re sure that you’re a child of the York family?” Sandra did not dare do as she pleased by sending him in to meet the boss.

“This aunt, if you still don’t take me to see my uncle, I will be angry! Once I’m angry, there will be grave consequences,” the little boy threatened. His action of arching his eyebrows greatly shocked her. She had followed her boss for three years and was profoundly familiar with his mannerisms. The little boy’s action of arching his eyebrow was exactly the same as her boss.

“Alright, I’ll bring you to meet him.” Sandra still wasn’t sure whether he was a child of that family.

But, whether he was or wasn’t, the boss would surely know. Besides, she had just checked his small backpack and there wasn’t anything dangerous in it.

The receptionist was somewhat sorry that she didn’t have the chance to go with them to see the president.

The little boy’s plan was moving along successfully. The object of his plan was only a door away. His big eyes lit up in excitement, twinkling like stars in the sky.

As they neared the door, the little boy didn’t appear to be the slightest bit anxious. He only knew that he wanted to see this man and introduce mommy to him as his girlfriend.

After knocking on the door, Sandra pushed it open.

Peering into the large office, the little boy inwardly exclaimed, how luxurious!

He followed her into the room. All the while he was oblivious to the tall, slender figure seated on the sofa in the corner of the room.

Dressed in a black suit, the man seated on the sofa carried an extraordinary bearing. His outstanding looks were beguiling. His inky-black hair was slicked back, not a single strand out of place, revealing a flawless face with golden ratio proportions, arched brows, and a mysterious and enigmatic expression emanating a devilish yet alluring charm.

Although he was just sitting on the sofa in silence, that leisurely yet dignified figure was just like that of an emperor from ancient times possessing a domineering and imposing manner, suppressing those around him.

He glanced at the assistant who had just walked in. Spotting the small figure trailing after her, his brows instantly furrowed.

“President Gabriel, your nephew is here to see you.” Assistant Sandra referred to the little boy as his nephew.