Donny pouted his lips towards the door and lowered his voice, "I bet two packs of spicy strips that the lady from Lane Family is gonna suffer."

As usual, Eason showed his poker face and rolled his eyes, "Ten packs."

Donny froze there, "Argh, you also bet she will suffer? What's the point of betting? Except for a sudden change of temper, Mr. Roger... alas!"

Sean already got downstairs through another private elevator. The elevator was specially made to protect his whereabouts and privacy. People from outside could not see the floors, and it needed to be opened manually.

After he reached the ground floor and before the door was opened, he heard the voices of two people.

Sean's pupils slightly contracted, and every pore of his body was giving off awful air. The atmosphere in the elevator suddenly turned cold.

How dare this woman keep him waiting!

Although Grayson straightened up, he was too short and barely able to confront an adult-like Tracy.

Tracy grasped the Transformer tightly, "Now you side with an outsider and call her mommy. You are a big boy now. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

No one had ever taunted him like this before, and tears were welling up in his eyes. Still, he stood in front of Jenny and widened his eyes to prevent the tears from falling.

Jenny felt distressed with his cute pitiful face.

After all, he called her mommy. How could she let a child protect her? She could bear the insults, but this woman shouldn't make fun of a child!

She stepped forward to shield Grayson and looked at Tracy with aggressive eyes.

"Sean is such a good man. He looks handsome, has a perfect figure as well as all the money and power. Certainly, I have a crush on him: my good sister, a piece of advice. Wrinkle removal injection is used on the face, not brains... What, you think I'll give up such a fine husband to others?"

Tracy wanted to retort, but Jenny wouldn't let her and even added insults to injury, "I know what you are gonna say. Tsk-tsk, your family has a tradition of being the third wheel. However,... you will not have a chance to experience the warmth of a normal family. Admire me? Or jealous?"

Now Jenny looked like a proud peacock.

She used to be the daring daughter of her family. Despite the great loss, her air remained!

"How dare you..."

Angered by her speech, Tracy turned ghastly pale and couldn't speak a word for quite a while.

Normal family!

Although she was the second daughter of the Lane Family, everyone mocked her as a third wheel!

Jenny held Grayson's shoulders and slightly arched her, eyebrow, "He's correct. I'm about to marry his dad, and that makes me his mommy. Besides, we hit it off. A family of three is so harmonious and sweet. Whatever Sean faces outsides and however arrogant he is, when he gets home, he will have a peaceful and warm harbor..."

Like a koala, Grayson held her waist and nuzzled up against her. At that moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of security, just like in the protection of his mother.

Although his daddy was powerful and provided a shield for him, he... felt different from having a mommy.

It felt so great to be protected and loved.

In the elevator, the rampant murderous intent of that man somehow gradually subdued.

Warm and peaceful harbor...

He had to admit the woman's description of home touched his heartstrings for a moment.

The elevator door opened, and Sean reached out his hand to lift Jenny along with the little one hanging from her waist.

"Ah..."

Jenny screamed out in shock. Before she could call for help, she turned around and saw Sean. In a hurry, she gave a sweet smile, waved and blinked at Tracy before the elevator door closed, "My daring is here to pick me up, see you."

The kid joyfully let go of Jenny and threw himself on the man, "Daddy!"

After the door closed, they had to face each other. The smile on Jenny's face already faded away. Lowing her head, she knew not how to face Sean.

Her speech just now should have been heard by him.

But she was here for negotiation rather than confession!

She didn't dare to look at the man but lowered her head to adjust the little one's collar. Still, she could feel a gaze from above her head so imposing so that she didn't even dare to lift her eyelids.

The little one lifted his head for a glance at Jenny and then Sean before protesting, "Mommy, you've put my collar up and down for three times!"

...

This little thing was so good at it!

The compelling gaze on her became more meaningful, and Jenny had to excuse herself, "Well... I just want to find out which style looks better..."

The man finally looked away and spoke in an arrogant tone, "Don't keep me waiting again. You are forgiven for the sake of your crush on me... but just this once!"

Hey, what was this? Don't be so narcissistic, make it clear!

Before Jenny could explain, the elevator already stopped.

Sean strode out of the elevator and got back into his office. Jenny and the kid could only trot to catch up.

After sitting still at his desk, he glanced at Donny and Eason, "What are you waiting for? Get the latest fashion brochures for the lady to choose."

"And, get the resumes of the top international ten designers of wedding dress and jewelry as well as their representative works here for the lady to select. Every wedding item should be custom made."

"But sir..."

Didn't he say to give Miss Lane a blank cheque and let her fill in the amount in exchange for the cancellation of their engagement? A press conference was also mentioned to be held, and she would be asked to announce in public that she was not worthy of Mr. Roger due to her lowly origin and thus agreed to cancel the engagement...

Eason touched the cheque in his pocket and couldn't think it straight, "That press conference..."

Sean showed a poker face, "Hold it tomorrow and announce the engagement."

"Oh..."

Donny hastened to tug him, "Yes, sir, you got it. We are getting the brochures and files right away."

He pulled Eason outside, who showed a shocked face, "Change of temper?"

Donny immediately stretched out his hand, "Cut the crap, ten packs of spicy strips!"

Eason slapped his hand, "Go away; you bet two packs!"

"Fine, I'll give you two packs, and you owe me eight!"