Special Assistant Stern gingerly picked up the short strand of hair, watching as the CEO gentleman plucked a black hair from his own head and handed it to him.
Special Assistant Stern was stunned. The CEO gentleman suspected that the owner of this tiny hair might be related to him by blood?
Ivana Monroe received a call from Stacy Floyd. Little Timmy’s kindergarten had been arranged at the best bilingual kindergarten in Ravenswood. Besides the exorbitant tuition fees, there were strict admission requirements, but everything else was fine.
"Fifteen thousand per semester? That’s too expensive, Stacy. I think we should choose another one!"
"No kindergarten in Ravenswood is better than Wellbright Kindergarten. My godson can’t lose at the starting line. You don’t have to worry about the tuition; I’ll cover it first, and you can pay me back when you have money later."
"Alright, stop hesitating. The school has already submitted Timmy’s name. As a big star, I can’t go back on my word and say the child won’t attend now!
After hanging up, Ivana Monroe sat on the sofa, watching Timmy play with his toys.
There is no mother who doesn’t want to give the best things in the world to her child.
She’s no different; she just doesn’t have the money right now to support such high fees for Timmy.
Stacy helped her cover one semester, but what about the next one? Even if Stacy didn’t mind, she couldn’t let Stacy keep covering for her .
Ivana Monroe suddenly thought of "GK Trendy," the company left to her by her mother before she passed.
Now the legal representative had become Michelle Monroe, the murderer.
Her return this time was to personally reclaim her mother’s company. Ivana’s clear eyes gradually turned cold. Michelle had occupied someone else’s nest for too long, and it was time for her to cough up what wasn’t hers.
Ivana picked up her phone and dialed a series of numbers buried deep in her memory. They hadn’t been in touch for six years; she wondered if he had changed his number?
"Hello, who is this?"
On the phone, a clear and polite voice came through, and Ivana suddenly felt a rush of excitement.
"Jacobs, it’s me... Ivana Monroe."
There was suddenly silence on the other end, as if it had fallen into silence.
Ivana had just opened her mouth when the other side interrupted her, his clear voice a little choked, "Is it really you? Ivana?"
Ivana felt her nose sting, "Yes, it’s really me. I’m sorry for not contacting you for six years."
Jacobs shook his head on the phone, "Don’t say that. I’m sure you had your reasons. Ivana, are you free now? If it’s convenient, let’s meet and talk."
Ivana hung up the phone and said to Timmy who was playing with toys, "Timmy, mommy needs to go out for a while. I’ll be back soon. Be good at home." The most update n0vels are published on novel·fire.net
Timmy’s childish voice replied, "Mommy, don’t worry! It’s fine if you come back a bit later. I have so many toy friends here with me!"
A warm current flowed through Ivana’s heart. Her eyes were tender as she looked at her adorable son, the best gift heaven had given her.
Ivana took a taxi to the agreed-upon café.
Jacobs had arrived early. He was wearing a white suit and silver-rimmed glasses, with an ordinary appearance, sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window of the café, easily overlooked by others.
Jacobs was the first to see Ivana, standing up excitedly and waving at her, "Ivana, I’m here."
Ivana walked over and sat opposite Jacobs. After six years of not seeing each other, the big boy from before now seemed more mature and steady.
The waiter came, and they both ordered a latte.
Jacobs locked his gaze on Ivana, as young and beautiful as six years ago. There seemed to be a glint of water in Jacobs’ eyes, "Michelle Monroe said you were dead. I didn’t believe it. I was convinced you were alive and would come back someday. I’m glad you did come back, Ivana."
His voice choked up when he said these words.