Javier’s heart skipped a beat. He had never felt such growing nervousness, interest, and perhaps even a tinge of hopefulness before. Curiosity got the better of him as he stared at Oliver’s little face that reminded him very much of his own. “Ollie, tell me—how old are you again?” “I’m four, Dad,” Oliver answered truthfully. At once, Sofia and Pedro noticed Javier’s eyes lighting up in realization. The two shared a knowing look, feeling more confident that their son had been hiding something from them.“When were you born? Which year and which month?” Javier continued interrogating, his voice trembling so slightly that no one realized. At the same time, he wondered, “He’s four? Was he really conceived on that night five years ago?”Oliver had never seen his dad so anxious. Being an innocent child with a simple mind, he pouted and lowered his head innocently with concern for his dad. He briefly pondered before responding, “I was born on December 5th.”The glow in Javier’s eyes gradual

Javier couldn’t help paying attention to Claire’s situation, which shocked him as he never thought he would care so much for her. However, he dismissed those thoughts and decided to have his subordinates bring her over after he finished his business discussion. With that, Javier retracted his gaze to continue chatting with his friends. A slight, unnoticeable chuckle came from his lips as he mused, “Damn. Since when have I ever cared about that woman?”…On the other hand, Claire didn’t know Javier was nearby. Although she sat beside Samuel, she focused more on forming an escape plan. A waiter conveniently approached their table with some food just then. Seizing that chance, Claire shot to her feet and flipped the table over.A loud clatter sounded, and the dishes on the table splattered all over the ground, making the scene appear extra chaotic. The two burly men were about to apprehend Claire, but she quickly grabbed the steaming pot of soup nearby and splashed it onto them. Seeing th

Claire had never heard Oliver call another man his dad before, so she snaked her arms around him tighter and worriedly examined every inch of his body. “Ollie, how have you been these days? Are you hurt?”“Nope!” Oliver shook his head. “I’m not hurt. Grandma looked after me while you were gone, so don’t worry!”Only after confirming there wasn’t a single scratch on Oliver did Claire relax—but that was also when she noticed something was wrong. “Grandma?” she asked. As she started getting confused, she noticed the elegantly dressed woman who sipped tea under the gazebo while watching her. The woman bore a slight resemblance to Javier, meaning she was likely Javier’s mother, much to Claire’s dismay. Shocked by the twist of events, Claire wondered, “What’s going on? Why has Oliver ended up in Mr. Marquez’s home? Oh, whatever. I can’t push aside my manners just because I’m confused by everything.”With that thought, she held Oliver’s hands and brought him to the woman. “You must be Mr. Ma

For the next few days, Claire no longer focused on how bitter she felt and redirected her attention to finding a job. Since she previously worked in the media industry as an entertainment company’s manager abroad, she figured she would try to score a similar career here. Claire always had a keen eye for noticing talented people, so many new celebrities under her management shot straight to fame. Given her extensive experience and history in the field, Claire was confident she could secure a job since the local entertainment industry needed more people like her, after all. Alas, many difficulties came her way during her application processes; Claire first sent her resume and previous achievements to several big entertainment companies, hoping to work hard and rebuild her life. However, many days passed without a single positive response. At first, Claire didn’t think anything of it, but she soon noticed all the rejection replies to her applications were worded the same way—they stated

“Watch yourselves!” Claire seethed.Standing aside, Oliver also felt irritated by his malicious aunt, who kept picking on him and his mom. His little body filled with so much rage that he charged ahead to kick Chantelle with all his might. “You’re a meanie! Stop bullying my mom!”That caught Chantelle off guard, causing her to stumble and roar, “Why, you petulant rascal! I’ll teach you a lesson for doing that!” She reached out, ready to hit Oliver but stopped when Claire grabbed her wrist.“Who gave you the right to punish my son? Get Lost now!” Claire barked. She struck Chantelle heavily, causing the latter’s cheek to turn bright pink. No one had ever dared hit Chantelle all her life. Thus, she found herself flushing in humiliation, tears welling in her eyes as she shrilled. “Look at what she did—Claire attacked me, Armand! All I wanted to do was lecture Ollie for misbehaving, but she slapped me for it!”The situation made Armand’s face darken while he spoke with a frostier tone. “