Chapter 3: Five Years Later


    Five yearster…


    A young man who emerged from Farnville International Airport’s arrival passage along with the crowd


    was very conspicuous with his ck shirt and pants. His lips were pressed together under his brown


    sunsses, giving him an unweing appearance that deterred strangers away from him.


    Seeing that he emerged from the passage, his assistant, who had been waiting outside, hurriedly went


    up to him and picked up his suitcase. He asked cautiously, “President Duncan, would you like to go


    back to the mansion first? Little Master hasn’t eaten anything for a day.”


    “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” The man’s cial voice showed signs that he was getting angry,


    causing the assistant’s legs to tremble.


    Everyone in the entire Duncan Family knew that Little Master, Jordan Duncan, was dearest to


    Alexander Duncan’s heart. Alexander doted on him so much that he was sometimes overcautious with


    thetter.


    Alexander didn’t dare to raise his voice even while talking to Jordan, which showed how much he


    spoiled thetter.


    However…


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    Despite his apprehension, the assistant braced himself and exined, “You were going to Chicago to


    sign an important contract, so I didn’t call you, lest your work be held up. But I didn’t expect Little


    Master to go on a hunger strike for a day…”


    Suddenly, the man stopped in his tracks, took off his sunsses, and looked at his assistant.


    His eyes were dark ck in color, but they gradually turned green with a speed visible to the naked


    eye. Not only that, but the temperature of his surroundings seemed to have dropped bit by bit.


    Upon catching sight of this, the assistant went so weak at the knees that he nearly copsed.


    “Since when could you make decisions on my behalf? Huh?” His sound sounded a bit more chilling


    than a moment ago.


    “I-I’m sorry…” The assistant hung his head, ready to ept his fate.


    Just then, a small piece of chocte rolled across the crowd and came to a halt next to Alexander’s


    shoes.


    At the sight of the chocte wrapper, Alexander knitted his brows before he bent down and picked up


    the piece of chocte.


    “That’s my chocte, mister!” A soft and sweet voice rang as a little girl ran up to him.


    She was about four to five years old. Since she was short, she had to raise her head to look at


    Alexander even if he squatted down. Her eyes were big, with ck pupils that looked as bright and


    sparkling as agates, and they shone with a kind of purity that was unique to kids.


    Her innocent appearance made Alexander’s heart skip a beat, so he fixed his eyes on her. It’s strange.


    I’m meeting this little girl for the first time, but why does she give me such a strong feeling, as if we’d


    known each other in the first ce? Tina Hunter tilted her head to both sides before extending her


    tender hand to Alexander.


    “Mister, please buy choctes yourself if you want to eat one. I have only three pieces of it, so I can’t


    give you any.”


    Her cute and sweet-sounding words seemed to have caused Alexander’s frosty and gloomy expression


    to somewhat soften. He crouched down and gave the chocte back to her, asking, “You like this


    brand of chocte?”


    What?


    The assistant beside him was stunned right away.


    This is so strange! Doesn’t President Duncan dislike every child other than Little Master? Why would


    he crouch down and speak to this little girl in a gentle tone that he normally uses while talking to


    Little Master?


    This is so unbelievable!


    Tina nodded vigorously and gave a sweet smile, showing her two super adorable white canines. “Do


    you like this brand of chocte too, mister?”