An hour later, Matteo arrived at the Hilton hotel.
Even though he was smart for his age, he was still a kid, so it took some time for him to arrive at his destination.
Thankfully, he quickly spotted a car in the hotel parking lot that was the same one the men in black had driven when they took his mother away from the hospital. His heart skipping a beat in excitement, he made his way to the hotel lobby.
“Hi, pretty lady! I’d like to ask who that car outside belongs to?”
The receptionist, a young woman, lowered her head to see an adorable five-year-old boy standing on his tiptoes and peeking over the counter. With a fluffy head of dark hair and large, curious eyes, he looked like a handsome young protagonist from a Disney animation.
Isn’t… Isn’t this Ian, the young boy who lives in our hotel’s penthouse suite?
She stammered, “Mr. I-Ian? Why are… you here? Weren’t you just at the restaurant?”
Huh?
Mr. Ian?
Matteo quickly picked up that something was off.
So, he pulled a tall stool over and climbed onto it, resting his elbows on the reception counter as he smiled brightly at the young woman whose cheeks went red.
a minute. Oh, do
your family? Your father’s staff was driving
round. “Okay! Thank you,
to the restaurant, or your father is going to panic if he can’t find you.” The receptionist scrambled out of her seat, worried that the boy might get lost if he
wasn’t about
he wanted to see
them a photo of a kid who was transferring to their preschool. The
the preschool principal’s computer to search for more information about Ian, the
receptionist in the dust, making his way to the hotel’s restaurant on
small, tailored suit and a napkin tucked into his collar. He ignored the food in front of him; his expression one of impatience as he asked his father’s assistant,
and Matteo were
temperaments, personalities, and even their speech patterns were opposites. If Matteo was a refreshing ball of sunshine, then
not talkative, and he didn’t like being around other people because of his antisocial personality. He had been raised by Sebastian to act prim and proper at all times. There wasn’t a single trace of naivety
I really do look like him. But is he always as uptight like
look for a cure for
moments. It was obvious that he still cared
the woman whom he brought along
laughed awkwardly, trying to
digging into his food. “If that’s the case, then tell him not
choked on
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