Chapter 4

The man grimaced from Caleb’s grip, but didn’t dare make a sound.

Grace grabbed Caleb’s arm.

“Caleb, what are you doing!”

Caleb’s eyes were icy, his expression fierce. “Can’t you see she’s looking for her child? Sir, if you try that again, I’ll have you removed from this yacht immediately.”

He threw the heavyset man’s hand aside. The man didn’t dare cross him and could only glare at me viciously.

I was a little surprised and couldn’t help glancing at Caleb.

I hadn’t expected him to step in.

The gentle smile on Grace’s face barely held up as she abruptly changed the subject.

“I heard the CEO of Easton Group is also on the yacht tonight. Maybe we’ll be lucky enough to meet him.”

The guests got excited at her words.

“The CEO of Easton Group is the richest man in Coastal City, young and successful. He’s only in his early thirties this year. I heard he’s extremely protective of his family. The media has never managed to dig up his wife’s identity.”

“Then what does his wife do?”

“Rumor is she’s an internationally renowned jewelry designer. Her ‘Starry Night’ collection sold for an astronomical price at the Paris auction last year! But she’s incredibly low-key and rarely appears in public.”

“That’s amazing. Maybe we’ll get to see this mysterious designer in person today!”

The words had barely been spoken when a little boy about five years old slipped into the ballroom through a side door, looking around curiously, and immediately drew a lot of attention.

“Whose child is this? He’s adorable, absolutely gorgeous.”

Someone in the crowd suddenly lowered their voice in surprise: “Wait a second… that kid, I feel like I’ve seen his picture in a financial magazine. Isn’t he the youngest son of Brandon Fu from Easton Group?”

The moment this was said, several people’s eyes instantly turned eager.

Grace reacted the fastest. She plastered a gentle, gracious smile on her face, quickly walked over to the little boy, crouched down, and said softly, “Hey there, little guy. Are you alone? What kind of snack would you like? Let me help you get some?”

As she spoke, she reached out to pat the child’s head.

Unexpectedly, the little boy frowned, nimbly dodged to the side, and ignored her completely.

At the same time, a tall, stern-faced man appeared hurriedly through the other main door of the ballroom. His sharp eyes swept the room, and when he saw the child, he visibly relaxed. He strode over.

“Ryan, what are you doing running off by yourself?” The man’s voice was deep, with a hint of reproach, but more worry than anything.

Seeing the man, the boy immediately broke into a relieved smile and called out clearly, “Daddy! I came to see the big boat!”

Then he turned his head, saw me, and his eyes lit up like stars. Without hesitation, he dodged around the still-crouching Grace and ran toward me with open arms:

“Mommy! I finally found you!”