Chapter 3

I smiled without saying anything.

But near the end of the banquet, the door was opened:

"Excuse me, who is Christian!"

Twenty years ago, I cut ties with my family and gave myself a new name.

Emilia was still the same as twenty years ago.

Only her waist-length hair was now pinned up behind her head, and her face had gained the charm of a middle-aged woman.

Seeing me, she froze in place for a moment.

A few seconds later, she smiled:

"Giovanni's mother is actually you?"

I didn't answer.

"Christian." Emilia's eyes filled with sarcasm:

"They all say you haven't married in twenty years, yet... you actually have a child?"

"Does Ms. Emilia have business here?"

Emilia finally remembered the purpose of her visit, and her gaze turned colder:

"Juliet has been crying ever since she got home."

"Oh."

"Don't you think you're being shameless?"

"Hmm?"

Emilia stared at me:

"Can't compete with me, so you target an innocent child!"

I smiled without speaking.

"Christian."

Emilia said coldly: "Don't think that being the mother of the wealthiest man means you can do whatever you want.

"Don't forget, my husband was also once the wealthiest man.

"And Juliet's grandmother, my mother, is renowned both domestically and internationally."

I sat calmly in the main seat: "So what?

"Your family wants to interfere with other people's marriage affairs?"

"I..."

Emilia clutched her purse tightly: "I just want to remind you, don't go too far!"

"Barging into my banquet and forcing me to accept your daughter."

My eyes turned cold: "Who exactly is going too far?"

Emilia bit her lip.

She was used to getting her way. Everyone would give her some face because of Samuel and my mother.

But it didn't work on me.

I gave the security guards a look, and immediately someone came forward to grab her arms.

"Christian, you dare have people treat me like this!"

Emilia panicked.

I didn't look up.

For the first time, Emilia was escorted out in such an awkward manner, with security guards on both sides holding her arms.

"Christian! You're going too far! You're being unreasonable!!"

The door closed, blocking out her voice.

I wiped my mouth, stood up, and bowed to everyone:

"I apologize for disturbing everyone's enjoyment.

"I've prepared some modest gifts for everyone. Ask the butler for them when you leave.

"I hope you all have a pleasant time."

After saying this, I turned and left. Giovanni followed me out.

The next day, just as I woke up, someone was asking to see me at the gate.

The door opened, and Samuel and I locked eyes.

It had been exactly twenty years since we last met.

"I'm here for them, mother and daughter." Samuel got straight to the point.

He looked at the decor of my manor, his eyes showing some emotion:

"All these years, you've built all this from scratch step by step?"

I said flatly: "Would anyone else help me?"

His gaze fell on me, and he sighed softly:

"About what happened back then, I was also somewhat impulsive."

"So who exactly is Mr. Samuel here for?"

Samuel's breath caught.

The little girl who used to hold his arm and call him "darling" would now speak back to him without hesitation.

Samuel sighed:

"Those two, mother and daughter, have been spoiled by me.

"You know, Mom and I both dote on them.