The child helplessly looked at the bodyguard, his tone filled with anxiety.
"I'm an athlete, I didn't want to run, but you kept chasing me."
"Sorry, Mr. Battleson, we lost him. The kid got away."
Michael Richard looked at the man standing in front of him, his face full of regret.
Justin Battleson's handsome face under the black suit suddenly turned gloomy, his eyes scanning Michael Richard like a hawk.
"Send people out to find me that child, no matter what."
Justin's voice echoed clearly as he couldn't stop recalling the child's features in his mind.
It was too similar, and yet, he didn't have a child. How could such a similar person exist in this world?
Could someone be deliberately getting close to him through this child?
Justin shook his head, dismissing his own thoughts. By logic, it shouldn't be the case.
The child's gaze was firm when he looked at him but carried a hint of surprise.