Chapter 3: Five Years Later


    Five yearster, at the First Airport of City N, a young man was walking out of the pick-up channel and


    he had stood out among the crowd. He was wearing a ck shirt and trousers. His lips below the


    brown sunsses were pursed and he looked exceptionally unfriendly and unapproachable.


    Seeing himing out, his assistant who had been waiting outside quickly went to him and took his


    baggage while asking carefully, “Sir, little Noah has not eaten anything for the whole day, shall we go


    back to the mansion first?”


    “Why are you only telling me this now?” The man’s frigid voice sounded as if he was going to lose


    temperter and the assistant’s legs trembled. Everybody in the Beckham house knew that little Noah


    was Mr. Beckham’s dearest heart and he had protected him in all ways to avoid him getting harm. Even


    Mr. Beckham did not even dare to speak any louder when he talked to him and it was conceivable how


    much Mr. Beckham loved him. However…


    The assistant felt intimidated, but he still braced himself and exined, “Since you’re going to Chicago


    for an important deal this time, I was afraid I’ll distract you, therefore I didn’t contact you via phone call,


    and I didn’t expect little Noah would go for a hunger strike for the whole day too…”


    The man went to a halt. He took off his sunsses and looked towards his assistant. His eyes were


    pitch-ck, but they were slowly changing to green as observed by naked eyes, even the atmosphere


    of the surrounding was bing tenser bit by bit. Having seen that, the assistant could almost not feel


    his legs and copse.


    Whenever Mr. Beckham was angry, his eyes would turn green. And it showed that he was angry now…


    Oh shoot, he was going to lose his job! “When did I ever give you permission to make decision on my


    behalf? Hm?” He spoke with an icier voice.


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    “I, I’m sorry…” The assistant lowered his head and was ready to ept his fate. Just then, a small


    chocte ball rolled across the crowd and stopped beside Joseph Beckham’s leather shoe. The


    wrapping paper of the chocte ball made him wrinkled his eyebrows and he bent down, picking it up.


    “Mister, that’s my chocte!” A little girl ran to him while calling him with a soft voice. The little girl was


    aged around four or five. She was not tall and still needed to raise her head when Joseph squatted.


    She had a pair of big eyes, her ck eyes were as shiny as agate and limpid typical of a child. Her


    na?ve look made Joseph’s heart leapt and he fixed his eyes on her. He felt weird. It was the first time he


    met this little girl, but why did she give him such a strong feeling? As if they had known each other


    before.


    Ste Downey shook her head and extended her small tender hand towards him. “Mister, if you want to


    eat the chocte, you have to buy it yourself. I only have three chocte balls; therefore I don’t have


    extras to give you.” Her childish words seemed to melt Joseph’s heart judging from his relieved


    expression. “Do you like this chocte brand?” He squatted and returned the chocte ball to her.


    What? His assistant who was standing aside waspletely startled. That was very unusual, because


    Mr. Beckham never liked any other child besides little Noah. But why was he squatting while talking to


    the little girl and was even speaking gently to her like how he spoke to little Noah? That was


    preposterous!


    Ste nodded hard and grinned, showing her two small white tiger’s teeth which made her looked


    extremely adorable. “Could it be that you like this chocte brand too?”