"..." Eva Nightingale. What does it matter if the President's son of the Sovereign Empire is handsome? Why is a subordinate interfering senselessly?
"Miss, he's just not in the basement."
Speaking of which, when we kidnapped this little cutie in New York, everyone was stunned! The baby carried an intense royal aura, knowing there was no escape, he simply sat quietly without crying or fussing, not saying a word.
His features were remarkably handsome, with an exceptional demeanor, yet not a word was spoken throughout.
The bodyguard wiped his sweat: "Miss, the President's son is mute."
Eva Nightingale: "..."
The bodyguard nagged: "I'm serious, ma'am."
The next second, Eva Nightingale kicked him with a high heel: "Ouch~~" The bodyguard cried out in pain.
Impatiently, Eva Nightingale spoke: "Hurry up and take me to see him!"
"Yes, ma'am."
...
The standalone villa was tightly shut with doors and windows.
