With You Nevermore

The woman didn't bother hiding her blatant enthusiasm, giving me an obvious leer with her eyes.

The others just laughed from the sidelines. Not one person tried to step in and help.

I frowned. This reunion was nothing like I had imagined. I would have left already, but I was still waiting for someone.

I was about to call security when Liana suddenly grabbed the woman's arm. The surrounding air seemed to drop, her whole demeanor icy and intimidating.

"Do you think this is a nightclub? If you want to act like that, do it somewhere else. He's not someone you can degrade like that!"

The woman grimaced in pain from Liana's grip, but didn't dare say a word.

Serge quickly grabbed Liana's arm. "Liana, what are you doing?"

Liana shot him a cold glare, her expression terrifying. "I'm just doing the right thing. Can't you see? Lady, if you're having another relapse, then maybe you should get your head checked!"

With that, she let the woman go. The woman could only glare at me with resentment.

Surprised, I glanced at Liana. I didn't expect her to stand up for me.

Serge's polite smile was barely holding together as he quickly tried to change the subject.

"I heard the president of Raising East Group and her son are upstairs. Maybe we'll get lucky and catch a glimpse of them today."

Everyone perked up with excitement.

"The boss of Raising East Group is the richest woman in Apex City. She's young, rich, and beautiful. She's only thirty and already has a five-year-old son. She kept her husband very well protected, though. No one knows who he is."

"So we might get to meet her husband today? I heard he's the top lawyer in the capital. Even the powerful and influential must wait years just to book him. The waitlist is already three years long!"

"That's amazing! If we see both the richest woman and the legendary lawyer today, I must get a photo!"

Just then, a group of bodyguards escorted a little boy into the hall. The entire room instantly buzzed with excitement.

"With that kind of escort, he must be the president's son! What a cute and handsome little man!"

The same woman who had just harassed me got close again.

"Ryan, if it weren't for Serge, someone like you would never even get to see him. If it were me, I would grovel at their feet and thank them. If you do, maybe they'll forgive you and give you that twenty-an-hour job. Maybe you'll even win over a rich woman who earns thirty dollars an hour like me!"

She was crazy.

I ignored her and turned my attention to the young boy. Everyone was crowding around him, snapping photos and taking videos enthusiastically.

Even Serge, who had been acting so condescendingly, was now all smiles as he hurried over to the boy. "Do you want to eat something? My treat."

He reached out to pinch the boy's cheek.

To everyone's shock, the boy, surrounded by bodyguards, didn't even spare Serge a glance. Instead, he walked straight toward me.

With a bright smile, he ran over and threw himself into my arms.

"Daddy, what took you so long?"