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    The fact that this charming boy was the son of Brenna’s friend added fuel to her already smoldering irritation. The humiliation she had just suffered left her with a need to vent her frustration on the child. She might not have been able to outwit Brenna, but surely she could handle a child, right?


    As she quietly mulled over how to deal with Patrick, something about his face sparked a flicker of recognition. He looked familiar, though she couldn’t quite ce where she had seen him before.


    Soon, it dawned on her that this was the boy from the photos Isabe had sent her.


    Instantly, she realized he was Jayceon’s illegitimate child. She clearly remembered the chaos at the Harper Group building when Brenna had been swarmed by the crowd, all because of this boy. Jayceon had publicly acknowledged the child at that time.


    Everyone was curious about who the child’s mother was, but despite her best efforts, Rosie hadn’t uncovered anything before.


    Now, she knew who the boy’s mother was. The globally renowned M&G founder had a child out of wedlock. This would be a major scandal.


    In a rush of excitement, Rosie quickly pulled out her phone and snapped several photos of the boy.


    Patrick seemed to sense something and turned to nce at Rosie.


    Rosie quickly tucked her phone away, pretending to casually fiddle with it, all the while keeping a watchful eye on the boy from the corner of her eye.


    Unlike most children, Patrick had been raised in a hostile environment, which made him especially cautious. Feeling ufortable around Rosie, he clutched a piece of cream cake in his chubby hand and turned, the cake wobbling dangerously in his grasp.


    Suddenly, the cake fell from his hand andnded squarely on Rosie’s dress, the red and white cream making her already gaudy dress even more garish.


    Rosie was furious as she gazed down at her dress, which she had paid for herself and had worn for the first time. It had cost her a fortune. “You little bastard! You did that on purpose!” she snapped, her voice sharp with anger.


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    Patrick’s face stayed tense as he stared at the cream for a moment before mumbling, “I’m sorry!”


    Patrick was no stranger to the term “little bastard.” Back in Norview, several ssmates from his kindergarten had often called him that. He understood it wasn’t meant as apliment. His big eyes widened in anger as he looked at Rosie.


    Rosie scolded Patrick sharply, “Look at what you’ve done to my dress! This dress is worth tens of thousands of dors. Do you think you can afford topensate me?”


    Her expression darkened as she looked at her dress, her anger evident. Patrick pouted, already feeling annoyed by the prettydy he hadn’t liked to begin with. Now that she was scolding him, his irritation swelled. He tightened his little fists in frustration and shouted, “You’re so mean! You’re a bad woman!”


    He took a deep breath, plotting his next move as he eyed the cakes on the table.


    Recalling his mother’s advice that children shouldn’t always resort to fighting and shouldmunicate peacefully, he firmly said to Rosie, “You insulted me. I want an apology.”


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