Housed on the top floor of Roger Group, the CEO's Office featured two desks, large and small.

Sitting in front of the large desk, Sean Roger kept her head low, sketching on the documents. His face was cold, arrogant, and uninhibited.

As for the small desk at the back...

It couldn't really be called a desk. Although its shape and structure were no different from those of the large one, it was too small and like a toy.

There sat a child wearing a suit and bow tie.

With fine features, the child already showed the potential to be a heartthrob even though he was just five, six years old.

Under his little slanted eyebrows, his eyes looked dark and shiny. Full of spirits, he looked like a little model in fashion magazines.

He had Sean's eyes and wore a little suit just like the man. In a sense, he was a mini version of Sean.

There was a stack of photos and documents in front of him. While watching one by one, he read it out, "Jenny Lane, Ph.D. from Ivy College in Country A, ILFC certification and international lawyer qualification obtained. Majoring in psychology, she is proficient in eight foreign languages and studied watercolor from European artists..."

This woman's resume was impeccable. In every subject, she was a pro.

The little one exclaimed, "Wow, daddy, this woman looks tough!"

Following a glance at his son, Sean stood up, walked to the window, and overlooked the city. His lips moved, but the voice didn't come out.

The fiancée...

Although they had been engaged for years, they were not familiar and even hadn't met. Neither did he tell her that he had a son already five years old.

He nearly forgot the engagement until Mason Lane suddenly came to his door a couple of months ago. The man brought up the engagement and suggested marriage, given the proper age of his daughter.

Impressed by her resume, he didn't refuse.

Then, Mason was somehow arrested for murdering a subordinate.

It seemed the old man planned for everything.

Across his life, Sean hated to become part of another's scheme.

He would like to see what tricks the Lanes were playing.

Just then, his cell phone rang on the desk.

As Sean glanced at the screen, his slanted brows knitted. Turning on silent mode, he then put the phone aside.

As expected, he received a text message from his aunt a few seconds later, "Sean, come home for dinner tonight. Your uncle and I miss you very much."

Sean gave no reply while the little one had been used to such a thing. Both of them didn't mention a word about it.

Following a glance at the file in his hand, the kid stated in a milky voice, "Daddy, I believe this aunt can outshine Aunt Linda!"

The moment when his aunt's call and message came in, he knew he would meet Linda Morgan tonight at his aunt's house.

As the niece of his aunt, Linda tried every trick to approach him. But in his mind, it was just girls' petty tricks.

As for his uncle and aunt, they used to try manipulating him like a puppet and take over the company left by his grandparents and parents. Unexpectedly, he fought back and wrecked their plan.

Now they wanted to plant a woman around him and sweep him off his feet.

They spared no effort to make a match and would not give up even though he already got a son.

Sean hated to see people playing tricks on him like clowns.

It happened that the Lane Family could serve as his shield.

He could watch the dogs fight.

Although his son was only five years old, the little one cared about the adult's business and insisted on finding a sweet stepmother.

What was more, the kid was so picky that he not only thought poor of Linda but even favored none of those celebrities and models on TV.

Like an adult, the kid sighed, "Alas, daddy, why is it so hard to find a wife for you?"

...

Sean's parents passed away many years ago, so he didn't have to face moral abduction and pressure from marriage like the others did.

But why the initiator of pressure became his son now?

While flipping through the photos, the kid muttered in confusion, "Weird, why isn't a single picture clear enough?"

The photos attached to the back of the files were either a crowd shot, or in them she was wearing sunglasses, or blurred side face was captured. After such a long time, he still couldn't figure out how the woman looked like. He only noticed her seemingly tall and slender figure.

Because she was abroad, back then!

And Sean couldn't ask his men to follow her abroad and take pictures just for the sake of seeing her face!

Sean raised his wrist to check his watch before the corners of his mouth curved up, "Almost time, you'll soon meet her in person and don't need to watch the photos."

The little one got a little excited again, "Well then, daddy, leave the interview to me. I'll see if she can be my mommy alone!"

Sean hesitated, "You?"

The kid lifted his chin, deliberately smoothed his hair, and made his coolest posture, "Sure, you'll see!"