The CEO’s little ones

Chapter 3:

Five years later, at the First N City Airport, a young man was emerging from the collection chute standing out from the crowd. He was wearing a black shirt and black pants, had pursed lips under brown sunglasses and an exceptionally unfriendly and unapproachable appearance.

Seeing him leave, his assistant, who had been waiting outside, rushed over to him and took his luggage as he asked carefully, “Sir, little Noah hasn’t eaten anything all day, shall we go back to the mansion?”

“Why are you telling me now?”. The man’s frigid voice sounded like he was going to lose his temper later and his assistant’s legs trembled.

Everyone in the Beckham household knew that little Noah was Mr. Beckham’s dearest treasure and he had protected him in every way to keep him from harm. Even Mr. Beckham didn’t dare speak too loudly when he was with him, it was undeniable how much Mr. Beckham loved him. However…

His assistant was intimidated, but he still plucked up courage and explained: “As I was going abroad on important business this time, I was afraid of distracting him, so I didn’t get in touch by phone. But I didn’t expect little Noah to go on hunger strike for the whole day…”.

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The man stopped. He took off his sunglasses and looked at his assistant. His eyes were as black as coal, but they were gradually turning green to the naked eye, even the atmosphere around him was gradually tightening. Seeing that, the assistant could hardly feel his legs and collapsed.

Whenever Mr. Beckham got angry, his eyes turned green. And it showed that he was angry now….. Oh shoot, he was going to lose his job!

“When have I ever given you permission to make decisions on my behalf? Hm?”. He spoke in a harsher voice.

“I, I’m sorry…”. The assistant lowered his head and prepared to accept his fate.

Just then, a small chocolate ball rolled through the crowd and came to rest next to Joseph Beckham’s leather shoe. The chocolate ball wrapper made him furrow his eyebrows and he bent down, picking it up.

“Sir, that’s my chocolate!”. A little girl ran up to him as she called out to him in a soft voice. The girl was about four or five years old, not tall and still had to lift her head when Joseph bent down.

She had a pair of big eyes, her black eyes were as bright as agate and crystalline typical of a little girl. Her naive look made Joseph’s heart skip a beat and he fixed his eyes on her.

He felt strange, it was the first time he had seen this girl, but why did it give him such a strong feeling? As if they had known each other before.

Stella Downey shook her head and held out a tender hand to him. “Sir, if you want to eat chocolate, you have to buy it yourself. I only have three chocolate balls; therefore, I don’t have any left over to give you.” Judging by her relaxed expression, her childish words seemed to melt Joseph’s heart.noveldrama

“Do you like this brand of chocolate?” He bent down and handed the chocolate ball back to her.

His assistant, who was standing off to the side, was startled. That was very unusual, because Mr. Beckham had never liked any other child besides little Noah. But why was he crouching down while he was talking to the little girl, even talking softly to her as he did to little Noah? That was absurd!

Stella nodded vigorously and smiled, showing her two little white tiger teeth that made her look extremely adorable. “Do you like this brand of chocolate too?”.

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