Chapter 8

Zion immediately retracted his wandering gaze. Turning his head, he caught sight of the imposing figure seated on the sofa. It stands to reason that looking at such a figure would have the little boy quaking in his boots, or that he would be perturbed by that icy demeanor.

However, to the little boy, this man appeared to be amiable. In his eyes, this man was like a daddy figure. While waving at him, the little boy mustered the loveliest smile he could come up with.

The steady gaze of Gabriel dissolved into shock at the sight of the child’s appearance which closely resembled his own. This little boy was the spitting image of his younger self.

His small face was like a finely carved jade. The contours of his face were carved to perfection. He had pink-flushed cheeks. This charming little face was reminiscent of himself when he was still a boy.

While he was still in a state of shock, he saw the little boy turned to Assistant Sandra speaking in a serious tone, “A