An hour later, Matteo arrived at the Hilton hotel.
Even though he was smart for his age, he was still a kid, so it took some time for him to arrive at his destination.
Thankfully, he quickly spotted a car in the hotel parking lot that was the same one the men in black had driven when they took his mother away from the hospital. His heart skipping a beat in excitement, he made his way to the hotel lobby.
“Hi, pretty lady! I’d like to ask who that car outside belongs to?”
The receptionist, a young woman, lowered her head to see an adorable five-year-old boy standing on his tiptoes and peeking over the counter. With a fluffy head of dark hair and large, curious eyes, he looked like a handsome young protagonist from a Disney animation.
Isn’t… Isn’t this Ian, the young boy who lives in our hotel’s penthouse suite?
She stammered, “Mr. I-Ian? Why are… you here? Weren’t you just at the restaurant?”
Huh?
Mr. Ian?
Matteo quickly picked up that something was off.
So, he pulled a tall stool over and climbed onto it, resting his elbows on the reception counter as he smiled brightly at the young woman whose cheeks went red.
a minute. Oh, do you know who the car outside belongs
belong to your family? Your father’s staff was driving
cheeks becoming round. “Okay! Thank
me walk you back to the restaurant, or your father is going to panic if he can’t find you.” The receptionist scrambled out of her seat, worried that the boy might get lost if he left the hotel
Matteo wasn’t about to let that
recognized him as “Mr. Ian”, and he wanted to see
of a kid who was transferring to their preschool. The kid in the photo looked like
to search for more information about Ian, the registered address was the penthouse suite of the very Hilton hotel that Matteo was
and left the receptionist in the dust, making his way to
middle of the fancy restaurant, dressed in a small, tailored suit and a napkin tucked into his collar. He ignored the food
and Matteo were completely
temperaments, personalities, and even their speech patterns were opposites. If Matteo was a
didn’t like being around other people because of his antisocial personality. He had been raised by Sebastian to act prim and proper at all times. There wasn’t a
he always as uptight like an old man?” Matteo mumbled to himself, feeling sorry
to look for a cure for your father’s illness. Don’t you want your
It was obvious that he
whom he brought along today
to give him the
his food. “If that’s the case,
nearly choked on his