Brettley’s heart melted unconsciously. He did not like children in the past, but for some reason, he wanted to take this strange child into his arms! After a moment’s hesitation, the tall man knelt, reached out, picked her up, and strode into the building.
“Seal the area, and start investigating!”
Such a young child couldn’t have come here alone. …
“Mr. Morrison, the DNA test results are out.”
In the topmost floor of the building, in the CEO’s office, his assistant handed a report to him nervously.
“She…is in fact your biological child.”
Brettley snatched the report out of his hands: 99.9% similarity. This little girl was indeed his daughter. Apart from Bethan, he did not remember sleeping with any other woman…
His head raised with a snap of his neck as he gazed at the child who sat on the sofa. She leaned into the sofa with a teddy bear in her arms as she nibbled on fruit candy, enjoying herself immensely. She looked as if this was not her first visit. He stood up and walked toward her.
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Princess Nellie!”
“How old are you?”
The girl raised her head, smiled at him, and stretched out five fingers.
“I’m six!”
Brettley’s heartbeat skidded to a halt. Six years old! If Bethan did not die back then, their child would be six years old! Had Bethan survived the car accident six years ago? A hint of excitement flashed in the man’s eyes. He sent people to investigate countless times and even hired someone to salvage at sea for a whole month, but he could not find Bethan’s body at all. All of a sudden, the child in front of him and related to him was six years old!
Did that mean that Bethan survived but went somewhere he could not find her to birth this child? At this thought, he grew somewhat anticipative.
“What about your mother?”
“Mommy, she’s…”
Nellie was about to say something, but she remembered her brother’s advice and corrected herself,
“I don’t know!”
Brettley knelt, brought himself to her eye-level, and spoke as gently as possible,
“A good girl doesn’t lie.”
The little princess blinked innocently.
“Someone told me that lying is inherited. Daddy, are you a good boy?”
Brettley’s expression darkened.
“Who told you that?”
Nellie pursed her lips,
“Have you lied then, Daddy?”
Brettley fell silent. Seeing his boss rendered speechless by a six-year-old child, Lucas Bean wanted to laugh but did not dare to. He reigned in his laughter with much difficulty. Brettley glared at him.
“Any news from Surveillance?”
“Yes.”
Lucas sucked in a deep breath.
“This morning, the surveillance system surrounding the company was hacked into by an unidentified hacker, and all the footage has been wrecked…”
Brettley frowned. Looking at the little princess in front of him, a gloom welled up in his heart. The hacked CCTVs and the appearance of this child could not be a coincidence. She could not bear Brettley’s suspicious look, thus Nellie smiled, put the stuffed bear on the sofa, and raised her fair, tender face.
“Daddy, I want to take a bath!”
Bathing early in the morning? The man tucked away the serious expression on his face and beckoned lightly.
“Lucas, take the young lady back to the villa and order the servant to give her a bath.”
“It’s the Little Princess, not the little lady!”
Nellie flattened her lips, her voice childish but organized.
“I don’t want people I don’t like to bathe me!”
This daughter who appeared out of the blue made Brettley feel a little confused. He looked at her and tried to soften his tone as much as possible,
“Then what do you want?”
“I want to choose someone I like to bathe me!”
The Little Princess closed her eyes, turned, and headed out of the door.
“Lucas, send me home!”
“Mr. Morrison, this…”
Brettley waved his hand dismissively.
“Listen to her.”
Lucas had no choice but to follow her as he kept a watchful eye on the noble little princess. Half an hour later, Lucas called Brettley.
“Mr. Morrison, the little princess isn’t satisfied with all the servants in the villa…”
Brettley, who was studying the CCTVs nearby, was rather displeased to hear the report.
“Hire new servants and get her to pick them herself until she’s satisfied.”
Lucas was stunned.
“Yes, Sir.”
He had been working with Brettley for more than five years. Even to his fiancée Cynthal, he was cold and distant. All of a sudden, he fulfilled every whim the little princess had… That was where the phrase ‘Daddy’s girl’ came from! … Bethan used all the strength in her body and finally moved the few heavy boxes into the room. She laid on the sofa exhausted and shouted angrily into the small room,
“Neil Peterson! What on earth did you send home?!”
A fuzzy little head peeked out of the room cautiously.
“I sent all of your design manuscripts home.”
Bethan paused.
“Why did you send all those back?”
She already gave up on the fame and fortune she enjoyed overseas, and she came home for a new start.
“What if you need it in the future?”
Neil’s eyes wavered as he slipped out of his room with an appeasing smile on his face.
“Mommy, I sent in your resume for you, and it’s a job you can handle, no sweat. They should be contacting you soon for an interview.”
Bethan frowned and wanted to say something when her phone rang at that moment.
“Hi, is this Ms. Bethan? You’ve been chosen by our Little Princess. Please report to Blue Bay Villa immediately.”
Her body stiffened. Blue Bay Villa?
“Is… Is it the Blue Bay Villa where Brettley Morrison lives?”
“Yes, Blue Bay Villa. It belongs to Mr. Morrison.”
The man’s voice on the other end of the phone sounded exasperated,
“The Little Princess is in desperate need of someone to help her with her bath, and she chose you immediately. Come quickly!”
With that, the man hung up the phone. Bethan frowned as she raised her head and looked at Neil before her.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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