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Time flew, and five years passed quickly.

Ardlens International Airport was bustling with people at the time.

Suddenly, an adorable and delicate boy blocked the path of a tall, handsome man and asked him in a sweet voice, “Excuse me, have you seen my mom?”

At the airport exit, an indifferent man frowned.

Seeing a girl blocking Mitchel's path, Matteo, who was behind him, quickly stepped forward.

Matteo bent down and asked the girl softly: "Are you looking for your mother?"

The girl had big eyes with thick eyelashes and was wearing a cherry-colored dress. She looked like a little princess. It was clear that she was a girl well protected by her family.

Hearing Matteo's words, he nodded his head. She wore her hair in two buns, giving her an innocent and obedient look that melted Matteo's heart.

“Let me take you to someone who works at the airport and they will help you find your mother, okay?” Matteo said softly.

However, the little girl shook her head and stood on tiptoe, reaching for Mitchel's fingers with her chubby little hand. She asked in a sweet voice: "Mr. Handsome, can I borrow your phone to call my mom?"

Matteo was surprised to be ignored. Who would have thought that such a little girl would be attracted to such a handsome man?

Clearing his throat to hide his embarrassment, Matteo suggested, “How about I take you to reception? They can broadcast a message for you. This way, your mother will locate you faster.

When the girl heard his words, she lowered her head and nodded in disappointment.

Mitchel's heart softened. His expression reminded her of another person.

At that moment, Mitchel felt a pang in his heart. It was as if a needle had stuck into him.

When Matteo was about to escort the girl to the airport staff, Mitchel's deep voice stopped him: "Wait a moment."

Mitchel leaned in, staring into the girl's beautiful eyes, and asked, "Do you want to use my phone to call your mother?"

"Yes, Mr. Handsome," the girl responded, nodding vigorously. Her crystalline eyes made Mitchel's heart skip a beat.

Unexpectedly, a warmth enveloped Mitchel's heart. He grabbed his phone and handed it to the girl.

Matteo's eyes widened in surprise when he saw him. As far as he knew, Mitchel had dedicated himself exclusively to work, paying little attention to anything else in recent years. Yet there was Mitchel, lending his phone to a girl he had just met for the first time. For Matteo it was really amazing.

The girl dialed a number with her small hand and the call was answered quickly.

"Mom," the girl exclaimed excitedly.

The voice on the other end was so familiar that it left Mitchel momentarily stunned as soon as he heard it.

“Mommy, I'm by the yellow sign,” Janey replied.

«Okay, don't move. “Mommy will pick you up right now,” the voice calmed, heavy with anxiety.

In the exclusive VIP room, Raegan hastily hung up the phone, her anxiety causing her to jump up from her seat. The sudden movement left her dizzy and she struggled to keep her balance.

“Raegan!” A handsome man behind Raegan released his grip on the luggage trunk and quickly grabbed her shoulder. "Are you OK?"

Concerned for Raegan's well-being, Erick Foster pulled her into a hug.

Raegan was still feeling a little dizzy when she replied, "Maybe I got up too quickly."

Holding her well, Erick gently placed her on the seat.

After making sure he was okay, he said, “Wait here. "I'll go find Janey."

Meanwhile, Mitchel was statuesque in a high-end suit, radiating a mix of attractiveness and swagger. The female voice continued to echo in his mind. He couldn't help but feel that it sounded similar to Raegan's.

Noticing the impending delay of their meeting, Matteo said, "Mr. Dixon, why don't you come forward?" "I will stay here with the girl and catch up with her later."

However, Mitchel coldly replied: "Why such a rush?"

This unexpected intervention surprised Matteo. It had never occurred to Matteo that Mitchel would one day meddle in other people's affairs.

Ignoring Matteo's bewildered expression, Mitchel composed himself and asked in a softer tone, "Is your name Janey?"

"Yes," Janey replied.

"How old are you?" Mitchel asked.

"I'll be four in a few months." Janey looked at Mitchel with her big, watery eyes, answering each question with sincere innocence.

She found Mitchel exceptionally handsome and secretly wished he was her father.

Under Janey's adoring gaze, Mitchel felt a warmth in his heart.

However, he realized something. Her age didn't match that of Raegan's baby.

Trying to uncover the truth, Mitchel patiently cajoled: "Can you tell me your mother's name?"

Janey's eyes widened with excitement as soon as Mitchel asked the question.

Janey couldn't help but think that Mitchel must have sensed her desire for him to be her dad, prompting him to ask her about her mom's name.

"My mom's name is..." Janey was about to blurt it out.

However, before he could finish, a deep male voice intervened. “Janey Foster!”

Hearing her full name, Janey shuddered and instinctively covered her mouth.

“Thank you for taking care of my daughter,” Erick said, pulling Janey into his arms as he walked toward Mitchel.

However, when Erick's eyes landed on Mitchel's face, his expression suddenly changed, tension settling on his face.

The subtle change in Erick's expression did not go unnoticed by Mitchel. He frowned as he looked at Erick from head to toe.

However, Erick quickly regained his composure.

Just then, airport staff approached and asked, "Mr. Foster, is this the young woman you were looking for?"

Erick said, "Yes, it is."

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