Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 4 A Valid Reason to Meet Me Again

“Stop thinking about it, you little brat! I’m the one who gave birth to you, so I know what your dad looked like,” Nicole replied. Then, she warned under her breath, “Don’t call any random guy ‘Dad’ again from now on. Otherwise, I’m gonna leave you abroad and not bring you back.”

Hayden curled his lips. Despite his urge to retort, he didn’t make a sound for fear that his mother would really leave him abroad.

Nicole exited the airport with her son to hail a taxi. Since she would return to the country every year to visit her mother’s grave, she purchased an apartment in Goldwick. With a size of only 80 square feet, the apartment was anything but spacious, but it was big enough to accommodate her and her son.

She had just hailed a taxi and was about to shove her luggage into the trunk when she suddenly spotted a figure in the distance. That tall figure in black that gives off chilly vibes, isn’t he the narcissistic freak whom I’ve just met outside the airport washroom?

from behind. Well, to be able to pair off with such a freak, that woman probably isn’t of sound mind either, Nicole thought

she suddenly noticed that Hayden was strangely quiet today, and a bad feeling came to her. Heading over to the sofa, she saw Hayden doing something on the laptop on his lap. When she

was very full of himself. I-Isn’t he the freak at the airport?! “Hayden, where did

card in his hand. Lifting his face up, he replied with a straight face, “I picked it up from the floor. I wanted to give it back to the man at first, but I didn’t since he was mean

at the sofa, only to be rendered speechless by the sight of a black wallet placed beside Hayden. That guy seemed to have a bit of a background. If we don’t return the wallet to him right now, once he finds out about it, he’ll definitely assume us to be

wallet from the sofa and flipped through it. Inside it were a dozen 100-dollar notes and quite a number of cards, from which she took out one that seemed like a business

was very simple; it only had a name and a phone number. “Colton Gardner…” Nicole mumbled aloud. She couldn’t help feeling that she had heard of the name somewhere.