Chapter 4

Episode 5

Little Ben Brings Help

On the other side in the reception room of the Eaton bar was heavy. The boss of the bar, the managers security and all related staff were standing in a row with great trepidation. All of them had expressions showing that disaster was about to fall upon them. This all happened because the Lewis corporation’s little prince, Timothy Lewis’ precious son had gone missing in their bar.

On the sofa Timothy Lewis's face was chilly as always, not a single shred of extra feeling was showing on that ice statue, a frightening sight for every employee present. The pressure of the superior was pressing on each person present, causing their legs to soften and their sweat to fall like the rain. No one dared to utter a single word in His presence. A young man with a base full of tears and snot was kneeling by his feet and begged,

“Brother, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have brought little Ben to a bar. If anything happens a little Ben, then I wouldn’t live any longer.”

Just as he finished speaking, a cake was thrown at his chest. The sound of his ribs break sent shivers down everyone's spine. James Lewis clutched at his chest and coughed fiercely for a while before immediately crawling backup in kneeling with a straight back again, showing complete and utter shame.

The brothers’ parents were still overseas on holiday and did not hear that little Ben was lost. If they were to find out, the it would not be settled with simple kick from his older brother. He could even be flayed alive and be hung as a showpiece.

James's heart was currently like dead ashes, completely ashamed of what he had done. Suddenly a knock sounded on the door of the reception room. The boss, who was the closest to the door open, seeing that there was no one at the door. He was still wondering about it when he bent his head and was stunned.

“ Little, little young master!” he explained with relief.

“Little precious baby, where did you run off to?” James expressed and crawled up from the ground to embrace the little tightly. He was so emotional that he burst into tears. Everyone in the room held an expression of having survived death. Timothy walked a few steps to the door and grabbed James’ color and threw him away as if you were a bag of trash. He squatted down in front of his son and asked,

“What happened?”

After finally getting out of the clutches of his uncle, little Ben grabbed onto Timothy's hand, anxiously trying to take him outside. Just as Timothy got closer to Ben, he smelled the strong scent of alcohol from his body, along with a hint of a subtle fragrance. Not the pungent smell of a perfume, but more like a flower that bloomed on a glacier. The cool fragrance was inexplicably familiar to him, to the point that his heart skipped a beat for a moment.

Timothy stopped moving and little Ben pointed in a certain direction to bring him to his senses. Anxiously making a horse sound from his throat, Timothy picked up his son and headed straight in the direction that his son was pointing without giving it a second thought. The people behind him, including James Lewis noticed that something fishy was going on and reassured each other before following.

Five minutes later the group of people stopped in front of the storeroom on the top floor. Little Ben twisted his body and dropped down from his father's body and hit the door of the storeroom with all his strength looking extremely anxious.

“Little Ben, what's happening? What's inside?” said James in a confused tone.

Timothy ordered with a blank face, “Open the door!”

“ Yes, yes, yes.” the boss of the bar nodded his head then turned to scold the female manager at his side, “Manager Smith. What are you waiting for? Quickly open the door. Where's the key?”

“Aah…, Open the door?” the female manager was hesitant and stunned at the boss's orders. ‘Oh no. That woman Napoli's still locked in there. I promised Lily to keep her locked. In there until tomorrow, or at the very least the audition was over.’

The manager was frightened to thinking of what to do. However, with these two gods from the Lewis family and the boss waiting, how could she possibly refuse? She could only tremble and pull out the key to open the door.

Once the door was opened, a woman lying unconscious on the floor came into view.

“What's going on? Why is there a woman in there?” the boss scolded the manager with an enraged toe.

The female manager suppressed the guilt and tremendous fear in her heart to finally speak up and explain,

“I…I don't know. There wasn't anyone in there when I last checked ,quickly, just saved the person first.”

Just as someone attempted to get close to Natalie, little Ben immediately threw himself onto Natalie's body in an attempt to protect her. His little face held a ferocious expression not letting anyone near.

Episode 6.

Lewis Corporation’s Heir

“President Lewis, this…” the owner of the bar’s face was full of bewilderment and didn’t fully understand the current situation. Timothy’s gaze swept across to the female manager whose face couldn’t hide the tremendous guilt she was feeling. His gaze switched and swept across the ladder on the ground, then on the skylight which was only about the size of a small child, and almost instantly, was able to guess what had happened. He raised his hand and signaled everyone to retreat, then walked over and personally picked the woman up. That vaguely cool fragrance was even more perceptible in his embrace.

Seeing that Timothy had already gone over to carry the woman, little Ben could not stop him, but his face showed his unwillingness. His outward expression spoke, “If I wasn’t too small, I would definitely have carried her myself.”

The First People’s Hospital in Washington. At the time Natalie gained consciousness, it was already the next morning. The first thing her gaze caught when she opened her eyes was a man sitting in the corner on a chair opposite her. His slender legs crossed carelessly. He wore a fitted tailored suit outlining his broad shoulders and slim waist with buttons meticulously buttoned all the way up to his collar.

Although he was clearly under the morning sunlight, his body seemed to be clothed in a layer of everlasting ice. His indifferent expression was like that of a king of a medieval castle. The man seemed to have detected her sight gazing at him. He abruptly lifted that pair of ocean-deep eyes. His cold gaze seemed to pierce right through her. That line of sight was too aggressive like a sharpened scalpel peeling her open, inch by inch. After trying to ignore him for a while, Natalie could no longer care about how uncomfortable the stranger’s gaze made her feel. She then asked with an anxious expression,

“Excuse me, mister, how did I get here? Did you see a little boy, about four or five years old? He doesn’t really like to talk. He’s really white, and soft, and little faced and cute.”

“Cute,” he thought to himself.

The man slightly raised his brow from Natalie’s description. He shifted his piercing gaze away and spoke with a voice, as cold as his outward look,

“You mean little Ben.”

Natalie quickly followed the ice statue man’s line of sight, only to see a white soft little boy sleeping soundly on the little couch next to hers, with an IV attached to the back of his hand.

She then replied, “Yes, it is him. He’s called little Ben?”

Natalie finally let out a sigh of relief and turned over to touch the little boy’s forehead. She thought to herself, at least the fever had already broken. She had started to regret a little after she had let the boy out. The child was still very young, and he was even having a fever. What if something had happened to him after he had gone out alone into a place as messy as a bar?

Natalie looked towards the ice statue man who had a formidable atmosphere around him. She finally gathered the courage to ask,

“You know this child”

After speaking those words, Natalie realized she had just wasted her breath. The man and the little kid were so much alike. It was like they had been carved out of the same mound. They were definitely biological father and son.

“Sure enough,” Ice-statue replied, “father.”

A voice came from the side. A large face suddenly popped out of the side. Natalie subconsciously retreated a little. After looking clearly at the man’s face, she went into a daze.

“Ja…Ja…James Lewis?”

The Lewis Cooperation’s second son. The owner of Golden Edge Entertainment had appeared in more newspapers and magazines than most artists due to his eye-catching appearance and humorous personality. She absolutely could not make a mistake in recognizing that face.

“Ice-Statue was little Ben’s father. Then that would make Ice Statue James’ elder brother Timothy Lewis,” Natalie thought to herself with great surprise. Timothy Lewis, the god of wealth, as termed by the people, the uncrowned emperor of the Lewis empire. She had never imagined that the little boy she had saved would turn out to be Timothy Lewis’ legendary son.

Episode 7

The Offer

Timothy sighted the woman on the bed growingly as if he was trying to tell if the expression on her face was real. After a long while, he finally believed that she had not known of little Ben’s identity. He then spoke up crudely,

“Your request?”

“Ah…, what request?” Natalie did not understand the word that had appeared out of nowhere.

“My brother wants to thank you for saving little Ben. He is asking you to state your request.”

James had the expression ‘you stack gold this time’ written all over his face. Hearing this, the gears in Natalie’s head spun quickly as she cautiously said, “You really don’t need to thank me. It is true that I saved little Ben but he also saved me. If it weren’t for little Ben going out to call for help, then I would be shut in there right now. So we can be considered even.”

Although she was so lucky to have saved the heir of such a huge empire, how could she dare claim a reward for it? The more money someone had, the more prone they were to paranoid illusions of being schemed against. Furthermore, this was super rich. This was the Lewis family they were talking about. It was already amazing they were not suspecting her of directing the whole incident. Didn’t you see how wearily Timothy Lewis was looking at her just ago? To avoid extra suffering later on, it was best to even out relations between them.

Natalie had thought there was no issue with her answer, but Timothy’s expression remained displeased, causing her heart to skip a beat.

“Did I say something wrong? Why is his expression so scary?” she thought to herself.

James could not bear see the beauty suffer in fright. So he spoke up to break the ice,

“Brother, don’t put on such a scary expression. We know you are trying to repay a deed of gratitude, but those who know nothing about the situation will think you are trying to take revenge,” he then turned to Natalie and said, “my brother doesn’t like to owe others. You should just request something, no need to be polite.”

“There were people who could even force others into bringing up a request? What interesting people,” she thought.

The corner of her mouth twitched, “ it is not that am being polite, you really don’t need to repay me. What I said was the truth, if you don’t believe me, you can go check…”

“No need,” Timothy spoke simply and to the point. His face was starting to show hints of impatience. James spoke up,

“ There was surveillance footage of the bar storeroom. I have already seen it. Little Ben ran in on his own. As for you, the manager of the bar has already admitted that she was the one who locked you in, so you don’t need to worry, we don’t suspect your intentions. Since you did save little Ben, just ask for something.”

They kept insisting.

“ Great. We are back where we started.”

In the end, Natalie had no other choice. Under Timothy’s increasingly forceful gaze, she summoned up her courage to hesitatingly say, “ Then, how about you gift me money?”

The rich like to resolve debts in this simple and straightforward manner, right? Timothy should also be the type that liked solving problems with money. If she didn’t ask for money, then wouldn’t they think she was eyeing something else? If not money, then people?

Just as Natalie was assured that this was the most appropriate request she could put forward, Timothy’s expression became uglier. She felt she said something wrong again.

Natalie was on the verge of tears. Why did he be so taste-hard? If you have something to say, just speak out, would saying a word more kill you?

James, the translating machine rubbed his nose and continued, “My brother thinks that just giving you money would be insulting.”

Natalie was howling in her heart, “It is okay, just insult me.”

The Lewis family status was just too special and she could not think of the appropriate request.