The sales assistants were overjoyed when little Pip said this,
Little kiddo, come, sister will give you candy.
Little kiddo, sister will treat you to bubble tea.
The sales assistants piled delicious treats near little Pip.
Little Pip sighed inwardly, these women, they’re so easy to please.
It’s often said women are the hardest puzzle in the world, the most difficult creatures to handle, but for little Pip, handling women is so easy.
At such a young age, he’s carrying all of this weight. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel·fire.net
Just then, with a "ding," little Pip’s phone sounded an alert.
Little Pip quickly took out his phone. After the encounter with little Caden Crawford that day, he had tracked down Caden’s ID, and now the phone showed that Caden is nearby.
Oh no, big brother is here!
This big brother is definitely here for grandma!
Little Pip jumped off the sofa at once. He intended to notify Isabelle Willow in the fitting room, but soon stopped his steps and changed his mind.
Little Pip turned around and walked out while dialing a phone number.
The melodious ringtone rang once and was picked up, and Seth Sullivan’s warm and composed voice came through, "Pip, what happened?"
"Uncle Seth, can’t I call you if there’s nothing?"
"Would you call me if there wasn’t anything?" Seth retorted.
"...Uncle Seth, come quickly and take grandma away. Caden Crawford is coming with people, if you’re late, grandma will be exposed."
There was a brief silence from the other end, "Why don’t you take grandma and leave?"
Little Pip cunningly smiled, "Because I want to take this chance to meet my big brother."
"..." Seth directly hung up the phone.
Little Pip went to the second floor. He stood at the glass railing and looked down. Very soon, he saw a big and small figure accompanied by Jude Crawford and little Caden Crawford.
Little Pip’s heartbeat accelerated instantly, that telepathic sensation was back. He looked at little Caden, today he wore a white shirt with suspenders, with a bow tied at the collar, a typical little aristocrat gentleman. Of course, his fair complexion had a cool, aloof vibe. At just 3 years old, he already carried the aura of a cold distant CEO.
Is this my big brother?
Why does big brother look exactly like that handsome uncle?
Little Pip suddenly thought of something, Hayden Crawford, Caden Crawford... turns out they are family, father and son.
That handsome uncle Hayden is Stella and my daddy?
Little Pip could hardly accept it, in his heart, daddy was already dead, who would have thought daddy would suddenly come back from the dead.
Downstairs, Jude Crawford felt the little Caden beside him stop walking abruptly, "Caden, why aren’t you moving?" he asked.
Little Caden looked at his phone, "Someone is interfering with my signal, the signal source was cut off here."
As he spoke, little Caden looked up. As he walked closer earlier, he felt his heart racing, as if something in the air was calling out to him; he felt a similar sensation at the airport before, only this time it was even stronger than last.
Little Caden looked up towards the second floor and immediately caught sight of little Pip upstairs.
Their eyes met instantly, the eyes of two brilliant young boys, highly intelligent beyond measure, collided.
Little Caden slowly narrowed his grape-like large eyes, revealing a hint of sharp coldness.
At that moment, little Pip upstairs turned around and vanished.
"Grandpa, grandma is nearby, you find her yourself. I’m going to meet someone." Leaving that statement, little Caden quickly caught up to the second floor.
Jude Crawford gazed towards the second floor, the only one capable of interfering with Caden’s signal was his other grandson Pip, no one else could do it.
His second grandson had appeared, so the person he sought must be here.
Jude Crawford glanced at the women’s clothing store in front of him, then strode inside.
The sales assistant quickly greeted him warmly, "Sir, what do you need to purchase?"
Jude Crawford’s deep eyes deliberately swept over the boutique. There was no one evidently shopping, nor did he see the figure he’s been searching for all these years.
Just then, a slight sound of a zipper could be heard, like someone was changing clothes. Jude turned his head, his eyes locking onto one of the fitting rooms.
The door of that fitting room was firmly closed, inside unseen, yet it was half a door; Jude’s eyes wandered down to a pair of beautiful legs exposed under the door.
Those were a pair of exquisite legs, fair and shapely, below were champagne-colored high heels, not the kind a young woman chooses, exuding a gentle, serene vibe from the passage of time.
Jude approached the door of the fitting room, pausing slowly. It seemed as if the world quieted momentarily, everything turned blissful.
He’s had women around him for years, young and beautiful girls always gravitating towards him, but he was disinterested. Isabelle Willow had been gone for over twenty years, and he lived austerely for so long, often he wondered if something was wrong with himself. Young love tasted first in Jill’s room unwittingly, now had restrained him this way.
Now Jude felt his body awakening, just looking at those beautiful legs, he sensed the suppressed desires of years piling on as if wild waves.
Jude hesitated for a moment, then reached to push open the fitting room door.
More than twenty years, he had long forgotten the beautiful and captivating look she had in youth, so he couldn’t imagine what she’d become after twenty years in the passage of time.
Jude looked up, seeking to see her.
But, regrettably, the fitting room was empty, void of anyone.
Isabelle Willow disappeared.
"Huh, what happened, where’s the person inside?" The sales assistant was stunned, indeed—vanishing in broad daylight.
Jude turned and left, pulling out the phone to make a call, "Block off XX Building immediately, no one gets in or out..."
Before Jude finished his call, raising his head, he saw through the gleaming floor-to-ceiling window across the street. Two people were walking now. Seth Sullivan clad in black, holding an umbrella; he stepped lightly, bearing a more ethereal charm than three years ago.
Beside Seth, there was another person, Isabelle Willow!
Jude slowly lowered the phone in his hand, his gaze landing on Isabelle Willow, unable to look away.
Over twenty years ago, Isabelle Willow, a stunning talent, dazzled the entire City of Aethelgard. Now, twenty years later, she wore a softly hued qipao, its smooth cuts elegantly outlining her full, womanly curves. Her aura akin to a delicate orchid in the air, inheriting the gentle beauty of The Riverlands’ daughters, she entered his sight, becoming the most beautiful picture in Jude’s eyes.