novelraw Chapter 531: Director Ginger, is this your son?
Chapter 531: Director Ginger, is this your son?
Robert Stephens’ brows gently knitted together.
He looked at George Stephens, not saying a word, as if he was entirely at a loss with this child.
In some respects, he was indeed quite stumped by George Stephens.
Over the years, this child hadn’t mastered anything except for one skill—playing "hide and seek." No matter how many people tried to prevent him from escaping, he’d manage to sneak out from the corner in the blink of an eye.
This kind of mischief without learning seems inexplicable.
Raising his hand, he pinched his brows lightly with his cold fingertips, and Robert Stephens, with a steady voice, said softly, "After lunch tomorrow, let Thomas Woods take you out for a stroll. Be back before five in the afternoon."
George Stephens suddenly turned around, a hint of delight surfacing in his dark eyes, yet he didn’t let it show with a smile and instead asked him, "Aren’t you going out with me tomorrow?"
Robert Stephens glanced at him, "Why would I go out? We’ve been here for quite some time; in a few days, we’ll return to Chicago."
"So soon?" George Stephens sat up from the bed, his little body sinking into the covers, his small face showing a bit of conflict, "I haven’t gotten my toy yet."
"Whatever toy you want, let Thomas Woods buy it for you tomorrow," Robert Stephens said. "Your mom is returning from her business trip soon. If you don’t want her to know you’ve come to Tsing City to see your dad, be a good boy and return home with me."
This time bringing George Stephens out was because he couldn’t withstand this kid’s tantrums and rolling around, found an excuse to let Charlotte Smith go on a business trip to a small country for more than a month, and only then had the chance to bring him out from Chicago.
But if Charlotte Smith found out that George Stephens secretly came over to see Edward Stephens, she might scold him.
She’s not keen on George Stephens bothering Edward Stephens.
That woman feels guilty towards Edward Stephens.
"I don’t want to." George Stephens started rolling on the bed, "I want to play in Tsing City; I don’t want to go back to Chicago; I don’t want to go home."
"..." Robert Stephens watched him make a mess of the bed in an instant with a blank expression. Once he’d vented enough, he coldly asked, "Are you now even not wanting your mom?"
"Then bring Mom over too."
Wishful thinking.
Robert Stephens called out to Thomas Woods, asking the butler to tuck him into the blankets, and George Stephens tried to struggle a bit but was threatened by Robert Stephens: "If you don’t sleep, then tomorrow you’ll stay home to catch up on sleep, no going out!"
He finally settled down, obediently sleeping in the blankets, looking at Robert Stephens, blinking his eyes, not knowing what he thought, then started chuckling to himself under the covers.
Moody.
Robert Stephens shook his head and left the room with Thomas Woods.
"You take him out tomorrow," he instructed, "bring him back before dark. Also," he frowned slightly, "take him to the toy store, let him buy whatever he wants."
George Stephens rarely made any requests, so there was no reason not to fulfill his minor wish for a toy.
Thomas Woods respectfully nodded, "Yes, sir."
"It’s late; you should go to sleep too. Rest well; tomorrow will be tiring."
Taking George Stephens out, without sufficient energy, might not keep up with his pace.
Thomas Woods promptly responded, watched Robert Stephens leave, then softly exhaled, turned around, closed George Stephens’ room door, and returned to his room to rest.
*
The next day.
Noon.
Daisy Ginger having had lunch, was about to head to the office’s rest area for a break when the receptionist called, saying a "Mr. Stephens" was downstairs in the lobby looking for her.
She had just had lunch with Edward Stephens; now, which Mr. Stephens could be waiting for her downstairs?
Daisy Ginger hung up the phone, sat in her office chair for a moment, but decided to go downstairs and take a look.
Emerging from the elevator, Daisy Ginger saw a group of women gathered in front of the Royal Entertainment lobby.
The two receptionists from her company were not at their posts, neglecting their duties; even the small artist who had just returned from an out-of-town show was squatting on the ground with the agent, not knowing what they were watching.
Daisy Ginger approached and heard the receptionist from her company sweetly asking, "Little one, what’s your name? Can you tell sister please?"
"..." Daisy Ginger suddenly had a bad feeling, frowning and walking a few steps towards the crowd.
She saw George Stephens sitting on a small chair, swinging his legs, clutching a lollipop in one hand and a milk tea cup in the other, eating some candy and taking sips of milk, sitting grandly among her female employees.
This kid, how did he come again?
Edward Stephens isn’t at her company, so what’s the point of pestering her?
She was about to retreat and call Edward Stephens, asking him to get in touch with his brother to take the kid away when George Stephens’ sharp eyes spotted her from the crowd.
The child’s clear voice rang out among the crowd.
"Daisy Ginger! Why are you running when you see me!"
"..." Where’s the decorum! How did Robert Stephens educate him?!
Daisy Ginger turned around and looked at the little guy scurrying over in front of her, disinterestedly examining his enthusiastic expression and asking, "Did you sneak out again?"
George Stephens: "How did you know?"
"..." He actually sneaked out? Daisy Ginger crouched down, seriously looking at this little guy, "Your dad isn’t here with me; you’ve come to the wrong place."
George Stephens pouted, "Daisy Ginger, you’re a liar."
"???
Daisy Ginger extended her hand and pinched his little cheek, "Don’t defame me in my company."
"Where’s my toy?" George Stephens asked, "I waited at home for you a long time, and you never brought my toy. The more he spoke, the more disdainful he got, showing contempt in his eyes, "Do you adults have no integrity? Bullying kids deliberately?"
"..." This mouth, truly eloquent.
So he specifically came out to collect debt.
Daisy Ginger sighed lightly, silently thinking, I wish I’d dared to send toys to your house.
"If I buy a toy for you, will you obediently go home?"
George Stephens blinked, holding back, "I’ll consider it."
Daisy Ginger pinched his little nose: "If I buy it, you must obediently go home!"
Her work wasn’t busy today; spending an hour or two taking him to a children’s toy store wouldn’t be an issue.
"Director Ginger, is this your son?"
Seeing her finish talking with George Stephens, the crowd curiously gathered around.
"Nope." Daisy Ginger glanced at the little guy, "He’s a friend’s son. Come on, stop gossiping, go back to your places, whose milk tea is this? Report it to the finance department later for reimbursement."
*
Tsing City People’s Square.
James Shelton was driving and taking Erin Ginger for a spin.
"Wait a second."
Gazing out the window, Erin Ginger suddenly spoke softly, and James Shelton braked, glanced at Erin Ginger, noticing the little guy squinting his eyes, more serious and stern than ever before. He couldn’t help but feel curious, "What’s wrong?"