Ferris Bright’s gaze was fixed on Little Lucky in the stroller, as if entranced, and he reached out to pick him up. “What are you doing? If you don’t leave, I’ll call someone,” the nanny said in a panic, grabbing Ferris Bright’s hand. The child was a light sleeper and easily disturbed; Little Lucky woke up from themotion, his clear and pure eyes looking at Ferris Bright, stirring a sense of pity in him. When Little Lucky suddenly smiled at him, Ferris Bright couldn’t help but smile back. Children have that kind of magic; their smiles are incredibly infectious.Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.
Little Lucky was very happy, waving his hands and amusing himself, his little feet kicking around in joy. Ferris Bright smiled along, but the nanny quickly picked up Little Lucky, afraid that Ferris Bright might snatch him away. Coming back to his senses, Ferris Bright realized what he had almost done. He quickly said, “I’m sorry, I lost myposure for a moment. My daughter passed away from an illness not long ago. Seeing this child reminded me of her.” Ferris Bright made up an excuse to dispel the nanny’s suspicion.
Hearing this and considering they were in a high-end club with a well-dressed man who didn’t look like a bad person, the nanny sympathetically said, “It’s okay.” She didn’t dare stay there any longer and took Little Lucky to the next room. As she carried him away, Little Lucky smiled at Ferris Bright again.
After they left, Ferris Bright felt regretful. What had he almost done? How could he have thought of harming such a pure child? He left and returned to his car, where he received a call from Joy Chaucer. “Ferris Bright, where are you? A Singaporean partner says the goods are wrong;e back quickly to handle it.” Joy Chaucer had taken over Chloe’s business but didn’t know how to manage it; this batch of wine had been returned due to quality issues.
“I’ll be right back,” Ferris Bright said. After hanging up, he started the car and drove away.
Meredith and Terrence Sterling arrived at Auroraville airport at ten o’clock that night. Meredith missed her daughter so much that she went straight to Ravenwood with Terrence Sterling to see her after returning to Auroraville. The nanny hadn’t told Ster about Ferris Bright barging into the room, so Meredith was unaware as well. The nanny didn’t want to cause trouble and didn’t think it was a big deal.
In the room, Meredith saw her sleeping daughter and couldn’t help but hold her close, pressing her face against hers and kissing her repeatedly. “Rowan, Mommy missed you so much.” Terrence Sterling also wanted to hold his daughter. “It’s only been two days, but Little Lucky seems to have grown taller.”
Meredithughed. “That’s an exaggeration; it’s only been two days.” Terrence Sterling insisted, “There are some changes; she’s grown a bit.” Children’s changes happen quietly; before you know it, they grow up right under your nose.
They didn’t wake Little Lucky since it waste. After holding her for a while, Meredith put her back on the bed. They decided to stay at Ravenwood for the night.
Since they came back unexpectedly, Leyton Sterling, who lived in the backyard, had no idea Terrence Sterling had returned. When Terrence Sterling went upstairs to make a phone call on the balcony, he happened to see Leyton Sterling sneaking out through the back door from that angle.
Terrence Sterling checked the time; it was only ten o’clock. Leyton Sterling seemed eager and unafraid of being seen-he must be going out for something important. Terrence Sterling quickly made a call to have someone secretly follow Leyton Sterling and keep an eye on him.
After leaving Ravenwood, Leyton Sterling got into a car waiting at a T-junction not far away. It was clear this car had been waiting there for him.
About half an hourter, Leyton Sterling arrived at a riverside location that was very secluded with no one around except for a white car parked by the riverbank. Its headlights were off, but there was a faint light inside from a cigarette glow-someone was inside though their features were unclear.
Leyton Sterling got out of his car and walked towards the white car before getting in respectfully saying, “Mr. Channing.” The person inside was Ethan Channing.
Ethan Channing took a drag from his cigarette and said, “I’ve arranged for you to have a car parked near your residence’s parking lot so Jimmy doesn’t have to pick you up every time-be careful not to expose yourself.”
Leyton Sterling had never driven since he caused a fatal ident ten years ago; he had psychological trauma from it and wouldn’t even ride motorcycles let alone drive cars. “Mr. Channing,” Leyton Sterling said hesitantly, “I don’t have a driver’s license and can’t drive.”
Ethan Channing was surprised-a man in his twenties from the Sterling family who couldn’t drive? But he didn’t dwell on it long; flicking ash off his cigarette he said calmly: “We need your help now-find a way to get Sterling Corporation’s seal.”