Stanley hade to Florias.


    After three years, his handsome features seemed even more defined, as though they had been sculpted. His perfectly tailored suit hugged his strong frame, outlining his lean waist.


    He moved across the lobby with a steady, purposeful stride, hismanding presence exuding power and authority, causing people to nce back at him as he passed by..


    Zayn followed behind him, speaking softly, "Mr. Hawly, we''ve checked. There''s no sign of Ms. Wendy here. She''s not in Florias." Stanley approached therge floor- to-ceiling windows and stared out, his gaze distant. "In the past three years, I''ve traveled to many cities and searched many ces, all to find Wendy. But it''s as if she vanished from this world. No matter how hard I try, I can''t find her."


    Three years ago, Wendy had left in Samuel''s luxury car and hadn''t returned since.


    For these three years, Stanley had been looking for her.


    Now, he was in Florias, but still, there was no trace of Wendy.


    It was as though she had disappeared without a trace.


    "Mr. Hawk, the private jet is ready," Zayn said. "We should board. The Zenith G


    in the Capital is tomorrow, and you need to attend. We should head back to the Capital."


    Stanley nodded. "Okay."


    Since there was no news of Wendy here, he would have to go back.


    Just then, the soft chime of a phone rang. Stanley pulled his phone from his pocket and saw that it was Ang calling.


    He answered the call. "Hello, Mom."


    Meanwhile, Be was sitting in the lobby, ying with a crystal ball. It was a gift from Wendy for her birthday, and she loved it


    dearly.


    Suddenly, the ball slipped from her hands and rolled across the floor.


    "Ah, my crystal ball..."


    Be scrambled after it.


    The ball continued rolling, and soon it came to a stop right at Stanley''s feet.


    Stanley was still on the phone when Ang''s voice came through, "You shoulde back soon. Jessica is here with me. You two should set a wedding date by now."


    At the mention of "Jessica", Stanley furrowed his brows.


    He began to turn around when his footnded on the crystal ball.


    "My crystal ball..." A soft, childlike voice came from beside him. "Sir, you stepped on my crystal ball..."


    Stanley looked down and saw Be''s delicate face staring up at him.


    Be was only three, small enough to reach just up to his calves. She was


    dressed in a cute princess dress and little round-toed shoes-a tiny, soft bundle of sweetness.


    Stanley froze. In that moment, something inside him softened. Where had this little bundle of joye from? She was simply


    adorable.


    "Sir, my crystal ball..."


    Stanley quickly lifted his foot. "Sorry, I didn''t mean to."


    Though Stanley hadn''t meant to, the crystal ball had been crushed under his step.


    "My crystal ball... You broke my crystal ball..." Be picked up the Broken toy, her tiny lips trembling. Big tears rolled down her cheeks.


    Stanley panicked. He crouched quickly and tried tofort her. "Hey, now. Don''t cry, little one. I really didn''t mean to. I''m so sorry. Can you forgive me?"


    It was the first time Stanley had seen such a small child cry. His heart ached as he watched her tears fall. And it was because of


    him.


    Be was incredibly upset. "This crystal ball was a gift from Mommy. It''s my favorite toy, and now it''s broken... Wah..."