No Longer Your Business!

In the surveillance room of Rickson Private Hospital, the two guards on duty were sweating bullets as they played back the security footage from several minutes earlier. There was a demon behind them.

Spending a long time looking through the numerous grids from all the cameras on the building's third floor, they finally brought up one particular screen on the monitor.

Looking at the surveillance footage from more than fifteen minutes ago where his nephew had been carried away by a woman in a trench coat and three men in suits, the cold atmosphere around Archer only intensified as his grey eyes narrowed dangerously while looking at the monitor.

He had taken the day off today to accompany his nephew in visiting his older brother at the hospital, but he didn't expect that in the middle of their visit his brother would suddenly go into cardiac arrest, throwing the whole place into chaos.

There were doctors and nurses running everywhere in an attempt to keep Trooper from flat lining and he hadn't been paying attention, by the time he thought to give his concern to his seven year old nephew who would have surely been frightened in that situation, the little boy was already missing and the nanny who was supposed to be looking after him hadn't even known he was gone.

Casting a fleeting glance at the woman wearing a white one piece that exposed her fair shoulders with her brown hair held up in a simple but elegant bun shrinking and hiding in a corner with her head lowered, revealing a delicate white neck, a cold glint of disdain flashed in Archer's eyes.

He had known from the start that this woman had been trying to put herself in his eyes but he hadn't let it bother him; he would never grow an interest in these kinds of scheming and highly ambitious women. As long as she did her job well in taking care of Zac, that was all she needed to keep her job, however, it was looking like he needed to reconsider that line of thought.

To be so taken with trying to offer him 'comfort' and 'consolation' that she didn't even notice that the child she was meant to be taking care of had disappeared, she obviously didn't want to keep this job. If she wanted to flaunt herself for wealthy men that much, then he would help her.

Just as dark and malicious thoughts were brewing in Archer's mind, a brief mumble from his right caught his attention and he turned to look at the astutely dressed middle aged man in a swallow tail suit who was also watching the high definition video on the monitor that had been dragged back to several minutes before the group left the building.

"Uncle Sam, did you say something?"

The cold and domineering aura from earlier all but instantly dissipated as Archer spoke to the middle age man respectfully and the other three people in the room were grateful for the momentary respite.

"That woman," Uncle Sam pointed at the monitor, to the woman who was cuddling Zac like a baby while sitting on the floor. "I've met her before."

"Really?"

A dark glint of suspicion flashed in Archer's smoldering grey eyes as he watched the woman on the screen hug his nephew, kiss him, wipe his tears and after having what seemed to be an argument with one of the three men she was with, stood up while holding Zac and entered the elevator with only one of the men in glasses. As the lift doors were sliding shut, she raised her middle finger in salute to the other two men she was leaving behind-though she still ended up waiting for them near the front door on the ground floor before they left the building.

"She was at the real estate headquarters on Sunday; she's the one I told you about who Little Master said saved him from falling over the rails."

"Is that so?" The suspicion in Archer's mind only intensified toward this woman.

Showing up twice just as Zac was by himself and in an uncomfortable situation, was it really coincidence or was she just a much more elaborate schemer than other women? Was she also aiming for him? Having sat in the position of CEO ever since his brother's accident a year ago, Archer couldn't help being a bit paranoid.

Samuel didn't know what Archer was thinking, but he had a profound image of that woman in his mind. When he saw her for the first time several days ago, only a few words from her had been able to make the Little Master laugh although the boy had been quite gloomy and depressed for the past several months.

As the footage was played again from when Zac crashed into the woman's legs, Samuel observed the woman's gentle and genuinely caring ministrations as she slowly coaxed the little boy to stop crying even while arguing with the man next to her and the careful way that she held him even though her expression was ice cold and noxious and an idea formed in his mind, though in the end he chased it away as he observed the big ice berg next to him. He also glanced at the little woman hiding in the corner.

Samuel was also aware of this nanny's aspirations to gain his Second Young Master's favor, but just like Archer, he hadn't thought much of her ambitions. However, if the result of her schemes would lead to the Little Master being in danger, then she needed to go. Zac was the only heir to the fortunes of two great families, he needed to be well taken care of and protected even while both he and the Second Young Master were busy. This woman wouldn't do.

Looking at the screen where the woman led the three men out of the building while carrying Zac on her hip, her hand still running comfortingly through his hair as the little boy buried his face in the crook of her neck, that idea once more formed in his mind and Samuel had to shake his head physically this time for it to disappear.

He turned to Archer: "Second Master, since the visit ended earlier than expected, you should return to the company for today. Leave this matter to me, I'll take care of everything."

Hearing Samuel mention 'the company' an unwilling look crossed Archer's expression for a split second before his features stiffened up and he nodded curtly, causing Samuel to chuckle lightly.

Second Young Master was still the same from when he was a child; not good at expressing his emotions but also terrible at hiding his feelings, he had always been a very awkward child.

For Samuel, even if from his mouth he called him 'Second Master' now because the old 'Master' was dead, in his heart and mind, Archer would always be 'Second Young Master'.

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Rickson Private Hospital was located in a quiet suburban area which was nicknamed the 'Plastic Dome' in Metropolis.

When viewed from above, the neighborhood full of greenery and tasteful architecture had a semicircular shape which was where the 'Dome' part of the name came from, as for the 'Plastic', looking at the various businesses dealing with cosmetology, skin and beauty care in the area, anyone would guess. The plastic surgeons from the dome were the most popular in Metropolis.

Across the street from Rickson was one of the few eateries in the dome, a café named Eden Bliss.

Inside a private room on the second floor of the café, Brycen felt like he was about to faint from pure anger. He was trembling from the indignation as he watched the woman across from him cradling the sleeping child against her chest protectively while using one hand to cover his ear. Her expression was cold enough to chill as she glared at him.

"Shout one more time and I'll walk; your paternal rights can kiss my ass and we'll settle this in court."

Looking at the cold countenance which was the exact opposite of how she looked while mothering this boy only minutes ago before he fell asleep from exhaustion after crying out his lungs, then looking at that tender little face that held forty to fifty percent similarity, Brycen really wanted to explode.

This boy looked to be about the same age as Kelvin, and with this amount of similarity in appearance, and the way she treated him, if it wasn't that she was hiding his own child from him, Brycen would be damned if anyone told him this woman hadn't put a green hat on his head and he believed.

"You, is this boy your son?"

Isabel was about to tilt a glass of orange juice to her lips at the same moment Brycen asked that question and her hand shook; thankfully the glass wasn't full, or else Zac would have been splashed.

She couldn't help but turn her incredulous gaze at Brycen; at that moment, she really wanted to call him an idiot but in the end she stopped herself and after breathing deeply, kept her neutral expression as she replied.

"Even if he is, it's no longer any of your business." She grinned with ridicule. "Anyway, he certainly isn't yours."

Brycen's dark expression turned ugly and his chest began to undulate with rash breaths. He really wanted to stretch across the table and snap this woman's neck.

Watching his theatrics, not only Isabel but even Dale had the urge to roll his eyes, could Brycen really not hear the sarcasm in her words? As for Steven, he had long been disillusioned about Brycen, so really, he held no expectations and this was only an eye opener for how stupid a single person could be.

Finally unable to take the cumbersome atmosphere any longer, Dale was the one to clear his throat to begin the discussion that had warranted the four of them gathering in the first place; Brycen and Isabel's divorce.