After a few minutes, Be left the restaurant. A man in a ck hat looked around him worriedly before entering a ck van parked behind the Star Hotel. He handed a ck bag containing used cutlery and sses from one of their restaurant guests to a man beside him.

"This is your fee," The man handed a thick brown envelope to the man in the ck hat.

"Sir, I won’t be in trouble, right?" asked the man in the ck hat after putting the envelope in his jacket pocket.

"Man, everything will be fine. No need to worry!"

The man in the ck hat breathed a sigh of relief. This was actually an easy task for him. However, if his superiors found out what he was doing, they would fire him. But he also couldn’t refuse someone who offered him $10k. He needed money to pay his mother’s hospital bills.

"Okay, sir. Then, I’ll excuse myself now..." The man in the ck hat bowed his head slightly before getting out of the van.

After the man in the ck hat got out of the car, the man who received the bag was Dn—Tristan Sinir’s assistant. He looked at Max, who was sitting next to the driver.

"Have you erased our tracks?" Dn didn’t want anyone to notice they were there.

"No worries," Max says calmly. Then, he looked at the driver. "You can move now—"

****

At the same time, when Be and the others arrived at the suite, her cell phone rang. Jack was the one who called. She asked Dax to y with Noora before she entered her bedroom to pick up the call.

"Hi, Jack…" Be greeted him cheerfully, only to hear his cold response.

"I thought you forgot about me again, Be." He said.

"Sorry, boss. "I was a bit busy here and forgot to contact you," Beughed lightly, ignoring his annoyance.

"d to know you guysnded safely," Jack’s voice turned warm. That made Be smile as she walked towards therge ss window, gazing at the busy street below while chatting with him.

"Thank you, Jack."

"Not a big deal..."

"You only want to ask me about this?"

"Of course not. Your assistant hasnded in the capital. He will take care of your matter in the office before you start work—" Jack exined.

"Oh, you send someone from the head office?" Be was suprised.

"Yes. And match perfectly to your requirements," Jack said in his not-so-fond tone.

"Who? I know him...her?" Be was curious because her requirements for a personal assistant were quite tricky.

Be only wanted to cause trouble for Jack because he forced her to return when she wanted to enjoy her life without work. She ns to take the dividend from their joint venturepany, but her n fails because of him.

"I’m not telling you!" He chuckled. "You can meet him when you visit the office. When will you start?"

"In two weeks—"

"Why are you dying again? Didn’t you promise me that you would only need a week?" Jack red up, frustrated by her words.

Be shook her head while smiling, "Tsk… tsk… Boss, can you not interrupt me?"

"Ah, you have not yet finished your words? "

"Yes.

"Alright, go on…" Jack said.

"In two weeks… if you allowed me. So, my kind and handsome boss, what is your answer?"

"No!" Jack answers firmly.

"Tsk! Tsk! You’re such a heartless boss," Be said, annoyed. However, when she heard Jack repeat many excuses, she quickly cut him off by saying she was sleepy.

After the phone call ended, Be opened herptop and researched about Tristan Sinir.

She needed to learn thetest news about Tristan before telling Dax about him.

****

Dax was wearing his pajamas. He leaned against the headboard while reading something on his iPad—a business interview with the CEO of Sinir Corp.

A few minutes passed, but he remained fixated on the CEO of Sinir Corp picture and the CEO’s answers to the interviewer’s questions. The interviewer was asking about the CEO’s personal life.

Dax felt strange because this was the first time he was interested in a businessman’s personal life. He usually only reads about their business sess.

Looking at Tristan Sinir’s blue eyes, Dax senses something interesting about the man. Curious about this man, he opens a browser to search for more details about him.

However, before Dax finished typing his name, his fingers stopped when he heard a knock on the door, followed by his mother’s voice.

"Baby, are you in there?"

He put his iPad on the bed and answered her, "Yes, Mommy..."

Dax saw her open the door, but after a few seconds passed, she said nothing and only stood by the door, staring at him with a weird expression.

He calmly asked, "Are you okay, Mom? Why did you just stand on the door and look at me like that?"

Be was stunned to hear his question. She tried to focus again on what she wanted to tell him about his father’s family. She needed to do this now before they visited Lake Vige tomorrow.

She’s worried that Grandpa Sinir will recognize Dax when they arrive there and will cause confusion for Dax.

"May Ie in, Dax?" She asked.

He nods.

"I need to talk to you about something," Be said as she walked towards the bed and sat on the side. Her eyes looked at Dax, who looked confused at her. "Do you want to know about your father?"

Dax’s eyes widened in surprise at his mother’s words. He nodded.

He would be lying if he said no. He always wanted to ask his mother about it but couldn’t bring himself to do it for unknown reasons.

His curiosity about his biological father arose a year ago. After he could read fluently, he came across a strange article: Reasons Why Single Mothers Raise Their Children Alone.

In the article, he found several ridiculous reasons. But, two reasons might suit his mother. First, his father had died. Second, his mother got a sperm donor, so he doesn’t have a father.

Dax felt excited, waiting for his mother to answer his curiosity.