The man's face is not visible, but he has become the center of attention. As the president of the world's top 50 companies, he has enough power to decide the life and death of a company in every move, and because of this, no one wants to miss the opportunity to get close to him.

It was heard that House of Flynn was planning to invest in the local market and Vince was willing to work with him but had not yet taken action, so Amelia was not very curious. Instead, he could take this opportunity to get out and catch his breath.

She had intended to be alone for a while, but after walking for a short while, she heard an argument coming from not far away.

"I'll say it again, give the plane back to me!" A childish voice rang out.

Amelia saw a dirty little boy about five years old confronting a fat boy who was a head taller than him, and he didn't look the least bit timid.

The fat boy deliberately lifted the toy plane up and then pushed the little boy down, "I won't give it to you! how could you, a wild kid, have this limited edition toy plane? You must have stolen it!"

"I'm not a wild kid!" The little boy said, clenching his fists.

"Lie! You've been here for half a day and your parents haven't come looking for you. You don't have parents at all. You're a wild kid!"The fat boy said smugly.

The little boy got up from the ground and hit the fat boy's belly with his head. The fat boy plopped down on the ground and cried loudly.

The boy picked up the toy plane on the ground and looked at the fat boy coldly, saying, "For the sake of your young age, I'll forgive you today." Amelia almost laughed out loud. She never expected that a child of a few years old could speak such mature words.

"Oh dear, my little sweetie, what's wrong with you? Who bullied you?" A fat woman suddenly came over and nervously helped the fat boy up.

After the fat boy had made a false accusation in front of the fat woman, the fat woman said sternly to the little boy, "Where is this wild child? How ill-mannered!"

Saying this, she still felt unsatisfied and raised her hand to slap the boy's head hard.

Suddenly, a hand clamped her arm, stopping her movement in time.

The plump woman took a closer look and immediately met Amelia's cold and beautiful face.

The next second, Amelia shook off her hand lightly and said sternly, "Madam, I hope you take back what you just said."

The fat woman sized Amelia up and then looked at the little boy, only to find that they looked alike, and then sneered, "Are you his mother? Sure enough, they are made from the same mold, mom looks like a bitch, and her son is an ill-mannered thing!

"All the people who can come in and out here are of high status. If the lady's words get out, it will surely bring shame to own family."

Amelia, with a slight smile on her lips, kindly reminded.

"Humph, who dares to talk about our family in City A?" said the fat woman with a hint of pride in her eyes.

"Huh, really?" Amelia walked up to the fat woman and whispered in her ear, "The lady should know that no one in City A would not give President Vince face."

"You... Are you President Vince's man? The fat woman looked shocked.

The House of Jones group is not something her little family can offend! "Misunderstanding... Misunderstanding! A child doesn't understand things. You, an adult, probably won't be the same as a child."

The fat woman immediately changed her face and wanted to take the fat child away.

"Wait a moment."

Amelia called out to the fat woman, "Children don't understand things, so what about you?"

"What do you mean?"I want you to apologize to my son!" said Amelia seriously.

What? Make her apologize to a five-year-old kid ? "What? Not willing? Yes, you and the House of Jones project in the east of the city will be suspended for rectification starting tomorrow."

Amelia threatened.

She was Vince's assistant and knew exactly what the House of Jones Group was working on.

The company has been increasingly down and out in recent years. This year, they are even on the verge of death. They managed to secure a cooperation with House of Jones some time ago. If they lose this project, they will be doomed.

"Don't... No, I apologize!" Sure enough, the fat woman's face turned pale. She hurriedly took the fat child and apologized to the little boy, then left sullenly.

Suddenly, the boy came over, gently tugged at Amelia's skirt hem, and said in a sweet voice, "fairy, are you really my mother?" Amelia doesn't know why the boy is asking this. Doesn't he know who his mother is?

Just as Amelia crouched down to explain to him, the boy suddenly rushed over, hooked her neck, buried his little head in her arms and said in a hoarse voice, "You are my mother..."

Amelia's fingers stopped in mid-air, and for some reason she couldn't bear to push him away.

Amelia thought of her child who died a tragic death at birth. If he had grown up safely, he would have been the same age.

"Baby, what's your name?" Amelia asked softly.

"Alan."Alan replied, looking up.

Amelia patted the little boy gently, "Alan, I m not your mother. Did you get lost from your mother? Will I take you to look for it?"

The little boy let go of Amelia with reluctance, shook his head and said, "Dad asked me to wait for him here."

"So that's it. Is it okay for you to be here alone?" Amelia touched his little head. For some reason, she was glad the first time she saw him.

The little boy nodded obediently and said goodbye to Amelia with reluctance.

As soon as Amelia left, a tall figure appeared beside him. His face was well-defined and his features were handsome with an innate regal air. Just standing there was enough to make one submit, but the little one beside him had no intention of paying attention to his intentions.

"Alan, what are you looking at?" The man spoke, apparently asking the little boy, with displeasure in his voice.

"Dad, I saw Mom just now..." Alan's gaze lingered on the spot where Amelia had left, and he said expectantly to his father.

The boy's father, Kevin, looked at his son, seemingly unmoved, coldly interrupting his fantasies: "You don't have a mother."

This sentence didn't discourage Alan. He didn't even frown. It was obvious that he had long been accustomed to such remarks. Just because he wasn't sad didn't mean he wasn't angry.

Alan pouted his lips, his pale little face slightly flushed, with the air of a father. "Now I have it."

Kevin ignored his son's attitude, took his hand and reminded him mercilessly, "Don't recognize your mother casually."

"Humph!"If I weren't still young, I wouldn't want her to be my mother," Alan said, frowning, with his hands crossed over his chest. But since you old man are so unsensible, I'll do it myself and make her my wife!"

Kevin snorted and simply ignored it.

"Dad, don't underestimate me!" The little boy protested with bared teeth and claws, but could not resist his father's power and was forcibly suppressed.

No love at all! Dad, that's why no one wants you! I'm so cute that I'm sure I can bring the fairy home!

Amelia returned to the banquet hall, where the party had already begun and Vince was chatting with several business partners.

Ashley, seeing Amelia arrive, smiled politely at the partners and then turned aside and joined the group of rich ladies chatting.

"Mrs. Molly, why aren't you seeing Jason?" After greeting the crowd, Ashley chuckled and asked a plump middle-aged woman beside her.

Mrs. Molly pointed in the direction where Vince was and said with a smile, "Isn't that a business deal with your president Vince?"

Ashley, upon hearing the sound, had a sudden change in expression and pointed to Amelia, who was standing behind Vince, and deliberately whispered in Mrs. Molly's ear, "Mrs. Molly, although Amelia is my sister, I shouldn't undermine her. But there are some things I don't say, and I can't get over my conscience. Be careful, my sister is very capable, and she is best at seducing men..."