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She was just about to go make some dinner when she heard someone open the front door.
Joyce turned around and looked at the man with deep, prominent features, standing at the doorway, looking so grim. He had a strong, compelling aura that was comparable to Tristan Beckett.
She frowned and did not recall seeing this man before.
“Who are you?”
Joyce thought, ‘How did he get in?’
She then remembered that she left the front gate wide open!
Clayton Sloan faintly glanced at Joyce. His slightly cool gaze finally settled on the little blonde boy behind her.
His voice was deep as he said, “Come here.”
The little boy jumped up and ran over to the man. He smiled and reached out to hug his thigh. “Daddy!”
The two of them together were quite a sight. Although their facial features were somewhat alike, the little boy had blonde hair and blue eyes, while his father had dark hair and brown eyes.
Joyce was amazed at the superb looks of this pair of father and son.
Clayton was used to this little rascal’s tricks and picked him up with one hand.
“You little rascal! You think you’re all grown up now that you can ditch people and run away by yourself?”
The little boy flung his legs and struggled to no avail.
“I saw the Pretty Lady and I wanna be with her! I like her! I don’t wanna be separated from her! Daddy, you can’t separate lovebirds!”
Joyce was shocked by what Lil Michael said. Before she could say anything, Clayton let out a cold laugh.
“Didn’t you always like Muse? Why’d you change all of a sudden?”
“She is Muse, my pretty lady…”
Clayton froze. He stared straight into Joyce’s eyes and examined her with a complicated expression.
Joyce was baffled and did not understand what they meant by that.
She coughed slightly. “Um… Are you really his dad? I met him at the amusement park and there was no one around him, so…”
Clayton frowned slightly and lowered his eyes to look at Michael with tenderness and helplessness.
“I know.”
Suddenly, Clayton’s phone rang. He looked at the number and frowned, then headed out the door while carrying Lil Michael with one arm.
“Goodbye, Ms. Powell.”
“No, no! I don’t wanna leave my pretty lady! I like her! I’m in love with her…”
Joyce listened to the gradually fading voice and felt a little strange. On second thought, the man’s dressing did not look ordinary. If he could find this place so quickly and knew that this was the Powell Mansion, he must have already done his investigation.
After they left, Joyce did not think too much about it. Tigger regrettably stood at the door wagging its tail because it already missed its new buddy.
Joyce closed the door and went upstairs to put on a face mask and relax with a massage.
She was lying on the massage chair while she looked at her tablet. Tigger lazily lied down on her lap.
“Mama, to find a boyfriend for you, I searched the system for a list of handsome men in the world and selected the top ten with extremely high overall qualities…”
Joyce looked down in surprise. “Find me a boyfriend?”
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“Kai told me to…”
Joyce asked, “Which ten?”
“After excluding those that are married, older than 35 years old, less than ten figures of wealth and poor physical traits, there’s only one left with the best overall qualities…”
Joyce raised her eyebrows and asked with great interest.
“Who is it? Give me his number and arrange a date for me!”
Tigger wagged its tail.
“No problem! Dialing his number now…”
‘I’m so useful!’ Tigger thought.
Joyce froze. Before she could react, someone actually answered the phone, “Hello?”
That voice was deep and somewhat familiar.
Joyce was taken aback. Tigger then jumped up and spoke.
“Papa! Mama said she wants to arrange a date with you…”
Joyce instantly jumped up from her chair and shouted, “Tigger Powell!”
Tigger blinked its large, adorable eyes at her while Joyce held it up, trying to find the off button.
The deep male voice came through with a hint of laughter.
“Joyce, you missed me so much?”
Tristan Beckett!
Joyce stared at Tigger indignantly and was very suspicious that Tigger did this on purpose!
She gritted her teeth in anger. “Miss you? Never! Wrong number!”
“Wrong number? Then who do you want to date?” Tristan’s voice was magnetic and pleasant.
“Just not you!” Joyce answered.
She was so angry that smoke was coming out of her head. Tigger still looked confused and could not figure out why she was so angry.
Tristan was silent for a few seconds and spoke again in a somewhat low voice.
“Didn’t you like me a lot in the past?”
That was the past, a really long time ago.
Joyce almost forgot about how hard life was when she liked him.
She paused for a moment and said in a harsh tone, “That was the past. Now I’m very self-aware.”
“You don’t need to…”
Before Tristan could finish his sentence, Joyce picked Tigger up by the tail and yelled at it. “Hurry up and end the call now!”
Tigger obediently hung up the call. It felt so aggrieved that tears came out.
Joyce could not bear to see it sad. She let go of him and stroked its head.
“You little rascal, don’t you know that I hate him? Who told you to call him?”
“Mama, you said that you wanted to date the guy with the best overall qualities…”
Tigger defiantly argued.
Joyce hissed. “But he’s also divorced! You didn’t exclude him. That’s cheating!”
“But he was married to you, Mama, which means that if he can meet all other aspects of your preferences, then it can make up for this defect.”
“That’s bullsh*t! Never!”
Joyce was very firm. Tigger let out a weak “oh” and obediently shrunk into her arms. It wagged its little tail and dared not argue again.
Before going to bed, Joyce received a text message.
She hastily swept a glance and read the message.
(No dating anyone else!]
‘What does he care?!’ Joyce coldly snorted in disdain and went back to sleep.
The Presidential Suite of Hilton Hotel.
Lil Michael was naked as he ran for the door, but he was carried back by a tall and strong bodyguard.
The little boy whined and cried without tears. “I wanna sleep with my pretty lady!
I don’t wanna stay here!”
The bodyguard speechlessly put Michael onto the living room sofa. The maid then came out of the bathroom to dress him.
“Young Master, Mr. Sloan doesn’t like you running around. If you run away again, he’ll get really angry!”
Lil Michael did not care about that and pouted.
“I don’t care! I wanna sleep with my pretty lady!”
The chubby maid thought about it for a moment and said, “Young Master, you’ll scare the girl away if you’re like that. You’ ll have to woo her and make her like you first before you can be together.”
Lil Michael tried very hard to digest the maid’s words and blinked his clear sapphire eyes.
“Really?”
The maid nodded with certainty. The bodyguard handed over a glass of milk and nodded. “Yes!”
Late at night.
Clayton Sloan finally finished his work and returned to the hotel. The bodyguard and maid were guarding both sides of the door to prevent the little prince from sneaking out.
As soon as they heard the sound of the door opening, they immediately greeted him.
“Mr. Sloan, you’re back…”
The maid lowered her voice and went over to take his jacket.