"Where did Amy go? She could still run after being drugged. President Johnson is looking for someone to ask about her. I've just signed this contract and already paid for it. Where can I find five million to spit it out?"

Amy returned home; the 18-year-old young woman was in a panic attack, but what she heard was the truth. Her stepfather had sold her to a strange man for five million.

"No... I don't want it!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Suddenly, she woke up from that awful nightmare, and a plane's notification rang in her ears.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our plane has been completely parked. Please board your next flight. Thank you for flying with us."

Amy's face was deathly pale. The man's heavy breathing in her memory and his face that couldn't be seen made her shiver.

The passengers had almost left the plane. Amy felt wet drops on her forehead, and her hands were covered in cold sweat.

She couldn't brush away that uncomfortable feeling even after taking a cab to drive her where she would stay. London...

She was back there again in London, the city that bore all her suffering. The time in the cab went by fast, and she got to the place in no time.

Amy tidied up her luggage in her rented apartment as soon as she arrived.

After resting for a while, she went to the mall to buy daily necessities and learn about the European toy market.

Amy studied to design toys overseas. This time, she got an offer from a listed company and was ready to work in two days.

She had just entered the toy area when she saw a four- or five-year-old boy sitting in a corner.

Amy looked around with a remote control racing in her hands but didn't see an adult.

When she got closer, she found that the little boy's eyes were closed, and his white and tender face was abnormally red. He was frowning and looked very uncomfortable.

Amy frowned, squatted down, and touched the little boy's forehead.

He had a fever, a high one, very dangerous, almost as high as a stroke.

Where was his family? He was still young, and no one was around to supervise him, leaving him unattended.

After hesitating, Amy decided to take him with the receptionist. She saw that the little boy was uncomfortable and explained the situation. She then left her ID card and contact information at the front desk and asked his parents to find him and call her directly later.

Amy held the little boy in her arms and saw that he had been holding the remote control all along, so she bought the control.

Amy had just taken the little boy to a nearby hospital when a middle-aged woman in formal attire came looking for him with a flustered expression. When she learned the little boy had been taken away, she completely lost it and quickly called her master to inform him.

At Hay's Galleria.

A group of high-level officials stood by the side of the room, trembling with fear. They were still sweating bullets even after having turned on the air conditioner.

The man in front of the desk was tall and slender, with handsome, cold eyes. He was dressed in a tall navy blue suit, and on his wrist was a low-key, luxurious silver-gray watch.

His face was gloomy, and his aura was ice-cold. His deep, three-dimensional facial features were even colder at that moment.

Standing closest to the man, a senior executive answered the phone. His face was paler, and his sweat was pouring down like rain.

What were they going to do? They had lost the child.

They couldn't stand looking at a child at a toy store., as if they were his nannies.

When they were not looking, someone took him away.

What if something happened to him?

It was not going to be enough to cut off their heads!

Upon receiving the president's cold gaze, he didn't dare to wipe the sweat off his face and spoke tremblingly.

"The receptionist said that the young master had a high fever and had been taken away by a woman." finally said the man.

After that, he felt that the temperature around the president had dropped a few degrees.

He quickly added, "But the girl left her ID card and contact information. She should have gone to a nearby hospital. We are going to find her immediately!"

Theodore raised his head, and his eyes darkened slightly. His voice was cold and harsh.

"Ten minutes." that was all he said, and that was enough for all of them.

Upon hearing this, people quickly got on the move and sent someone to look for her.

London Affiliated Hospital

Amy glanced at the little boy lying on the bed, resting obediently. The more she looked at him, the more adorable he looked.

In particular, his eyelashes were thick and long, like those of a small fan.

She remembered that the little boy didn't cry or make a fuss when they were giving him an injection. It seemed that he had gotten used to it.

Amy felt her heart ache for some reason. If her child hadn't died back then, he would've been that old.

-Don't tell me he's not the cutest- she thought.

As a result, when Theodore arrived in the ward with a large number of people. He saw Amy lying on the bed, asleep with the little kid.

When Thomas, who had woken up a long time ago, saw his father coming, he frowned and motioned for the people behind him to be quiet.

Theodore looked at Thomas's little hand, which she held, and then at his son's nervous expression.

He raised his eyebrows and asked the people behind him to leave.

Thus, when Amy woke up, she first saw a pair of big black eyes, followed by a cute little face.

Amy thought that if she woke up and saw a cute baby like him every day, she would be in a good mood for the rest of the day.

However, when Amy turned her head and saw the man's gaze sizing her up, she froze, stone cold.