Mommy I Found You A Hot Daddy (Vivianna)

Chapter 10

Winslow said with a smile, "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, I'll tell you when we get to the bakery." Winslow held his hand as they crossed the road. Then, they arrived at the bakery across the street. There was also an area for resting, and Winslow decided to bring him there to have their food.

After ordering the cakes and sitting down, the little fellow did not forget the matter just now.

"Auntie, tell me quickly! What does the richest person in the country look like?" Zephaniah asked.

"Why are you so curious to know?" she asked.

"I want to be the richest person in the future," The little fellow said with an ambitious expression.

Winslow really wanted to hold back her laughter, but she still chuckled, "You are still a little boy!"

"Are you looking down on me? I'm telling the truth. I will make a lot of money in the future. Mommy won't have to work hard," he said.

"I believe in you. I believe that you will definitely become the richest person in the country." Winslow took him seriously, because this little boy was one of the few intelligent kids she had met.

"Well, let me tell you, what does the wealthiest person look like? In fact, he looks quite similar to you!" she said.

"Really? Let me have a look." The little fellow immediately became interested in this person.

Winslow searched online and found a photo. She zoomed in the photo before handing her phone to him.

The picture had a dark background. A lazy figure was sitting on the sofa. The man in the photo was mature, elegant and charming. He seemed dignified, cultured, and his good looks were unrivaled. His eyes were staring at the camera lens, and they were as dark as the night. They were piercing and intimidating, gleaming with wisdom and a sense of shrewdness.

The little fellow's large eyes became wide. This... Wasn't this what his father looked like in his imagination?

Winslow looked at Zephaniah carefully and murmured, "You really look like each other! Little Zephy, where is your daddy?"

The little boy stared at the man in the photo and pouted. "I don't have a daddy."

Winslow's heart could not help but skip a beat. How could such a lovely child not have a daddy? Does that mean that designer Carlewood had raised the child by herself?

"Miss Winslow, is this man married?" he asked.

"Um... According to my knowledge, I don't think so," she said.

"Does he have a girlfriend?"

"I don't think so!" Winslow knew this answer from reading some tabloids.

"Is it okay for my mommy to be his girlfriend?" he asked.

"Ah!" Winslow couldn't keep up with his thinking.

"My mommy is so beautiful and he is so handsome.

I think they should get married," he said.

"Well... Zephy, it's better for you not to think about these things," she said.

"Why? Do you think that my mommy doesn't deserve him?" he questioned. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"No, no, no... I don't mean that. I mean, we are from a different world than he is," she said.

"Which world is he from? Mars?" he asked.

Winslow was amused and she explained to him, "The world we live in is divided into the rich and the poor. At the same time, there is the upper class society and the ordinary social class. He belongs to the pinnacle of the upper class society, and we are just ordinary people. Do you understand this?"

The little fellow blinked his large eyes. He did not understand the caste system of society. However, he only knew that he was very interested in this man in the photo.

"Miss Winslow, what's his name?" he asked.

"His name is Augustine Giltstone," she replied.

"Augustine Giltstone..." The little fellow enunciated the words carefully. Then, he concluded confidently, "I think he can be mommy's boyfriend."