Chapter 3: Encounter

"How could I possibly know someone so important?" Polly Song looked surprised. Knowing Victoria Parker? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The professor's call came through, and Emma Turner answered it.

"Have Grace Ginger get ready to return to City A early. President Parker says he looked at Grace Ginger's previous designs and was very pleased. He's considering having her focus on design for the Parker Family for better communication."

Emma Turner looked at Polly Song with a teasing smile, as if to say she still dared to claim she didn't know them.

Polly Song's tiny, pathetic fists began to feel taut. How could Victoria Parker be so unethical?

Regardless of whether Victoria Parker was ethical or not, the next day, Polly Song was sent to the airport. The professor and the others looked like they were sending a child off to college entrance exams, eagerly awaiting the child's success in two months.

Once Polly Song was sent into the check-in gate, the professor, Emma Turner, and her senior brother turned back without any hesitation and plunged into the construction site.

Polly Song: "..."

"Go and help Mrs. Parker upgrade her seat."

As Victoria Parker approached, Polly Song decisively took a big step back, puffing out her cheeks and glaring at him, "You're reneging on your promise."

"How am I reneging? Mr. Walker doesn't know about our relationship." Victoria Parker looked at the pufferfish-like angry figure before him, surprisingly feeling a bit amused.

"You..." Polly Song took a deep breath. Now she finally understood where Charlotte Cook got all her tricky ideas from. Polly Song was both angry and timid, quickly pulling out a document from her bag, "Sign it."

Victoria Parker looked at the document tossed at him, it was the first time someone dared make him sign something like this.

"From the start of this contract, Polly Song promises to cooperate with Victoria Parker for acting in the next year to drive away women Victoria Parker doesn't like. When the contract ends, Victoria Parker must sign a divorce agreement promising that after divorce, they will have no further relations and pay Polly Song a compensation fee of thirty million. Contract signers: Polly Song, Victoria Parker." Victoria Parker read aloud word by word, looking at Polly Song with utter disdain.

He made no secret of his contempt, having never seen such a lousy agreement before.

A handwritten contract, with bubbly script no less. Is this meant to be a contract?

"Why within a year?"

"It would be great if you found true love within a year, but someone like you..." meant to be a loner, she wasn't foolish enough to keep helping drive away all his bad romances, right?

Victoria Parker looked at her, and Polly Song shivered, quickly hiding behind Andrew Lindsey, who had just returned from upgrading her seat, "When, when has there been a cooperation without a deadline?"

"Come out."

"No." Polly Song didn't believe he would act in public, seeing so many people coming and going.

Andrew Lindsey stood motionless, breaking into a cold sweat. If you're going to hide, please don't hide behind me!

"You must sign it first. Our cooperation starts only after you sign it." Polly Song pointed at the flimsy paper, insisting on not leaving until he signed.

Victoria Parker glanced at Andrew Lindsey, who immediately handed over the pen, trembling.

With a flourish, Victoria Parker signed his flamboyant signature beside her bubbly script and then handed it over to Polly Song.

Polly Song cautiously emerged from behind Andrew Lindsey, tiptoeing to see his signature. Only after seeing it did she attempt to take it, but just as she was about to, Victoria Parker pulled it back, "Since when is a contract only made in a single copy?"

Polly Song: "..."

So on the plane to City A, Victoria Parker closed his eyes to rest, while Polly Song lay on the small table, diligently copying the contract by hand.

Resentful, as a genius little sweetheart in the architectural world, she had never endured such humiliation.

How can one relieve their worries? Only Duke Jones could.

So, Polly Song, while writing, dozed off on the small table, dreaming of victorious warriors who slayed tyrannical dragons.

******

At the entrance of Daisy Joy Kindergarten in City A, all the children had been picked up by their parents, except for little Daisy and little Charlotte Cook, who were still waiting for Professor Lynn's grandmother to pick them up.

The older brother, little Daisy, was hopping on the steps, while younger brother little Charlotte Cook frowned, staring at the advertising screen across the road at the man on it.

"Charlotte Cook, what are you looking at?" Little Daisy asked, pulling at his chubby-cheeked brother.

Younger brother little Charlotte Cook frowned. He didn't know why his mommy and older brother liked to pinch his face, but every time he protested, it only prompted them to do it more fervently.

"Nothing, Mrs. Lynn's here, let's go." Little Charlotte Cook took his brother's hand, walking with his little short legs to find Professor Lynn's grandmother.

"Charlotte Cook, you need to smile more. If you keep frowning, you'll turn into a little old man." Little Daisy ran ahead, making funny faces to cheer his brother up.

Little Charlotte Cook wore a stoic face, looking at his brother making faces, letting out a small sigh and gripping his brother's hand tighter, "Watch the road."

Professor Lynn's wife, surnamed Lynn, had retired and spent her days helping care for little Charlotte Cook and little Daisy.

"Grandma, who is that?" Little Charlotte Cook pointed at the man on the big screen and asked.

Professor Lynn glanced at it and said, "Him? That's Victoria Parker, a particularly powerful business magnate."

"Wow, is he rich?" Little Daisy finally looked at the person above seriously, his eyes almost sparkling with little golden stars.

Professor Lynn laughed and patted little Daisy's head. Despite the two children looking identical, their personalities were poles apart; one was innocent and money-focused, the other reserved and profound.

Victoria Parker, thought little Charlotte Cook, hanging his little head as he committed this name to memory.

******

Once Polly Song got off the plane, she ran, disappearing in a flash.

Victoria Parker watched the retreating figure, "She sure runs fast for someone with short legs."

Andrew Lindsey: "..."

Is almost 170 cm considered short legs? He was puzzled.

But looking at his boss's seemingly 280 cm long legs, he understood.

Polly Song ran straight out of the airport. Seeing no one was chasing her, not even a shadow, she quickly tidied up her appearance and walked out confidently.

"Quick, quick, it's Michael Knight."

A group of girls holding support banners swarmed in, spinning Polly Song around several times, making her notebook fly out of her arms and hit the ground.

"My laptop," Polly Song exclaimed, quickly scrambling to pick up her notebook computer.

The notebook slid to a stop at a man's feet, and Polly Song was pushed towards it.

With a little cry, Polly Song finally picked up her computer but bumped into the man's leg.

Suddenly, the bustling crowd fell silent, fans looking at the woman who had fallen on Michael Knight, wishing they could slice her with their eyes. That was their Michael Knight, their beloved Michael Knight, and this woman had the nerve to fall on him.

"Miss, are you alright?" Michael Knight took off his sunglasses, gently asking.

Polly Song's foot ached from being stepped on, and her shoulder hurt from the collision. "Who do you think you are? Don't you know in public spaces, one shouldn't..." Her voice trailed off as she looked up and found herself inches away from Michael Knight, seeing his smooth skin and catching a whiff of his gentle ocean scent, "crowded spaces."

Michael Knight was also stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting one of his fans to have such high-level looks, far surpassing the standard for artists.

"Sorry." Michael Knight snapped back, reaching out to help Polly Song up.

Polly Song looked at the white, slender hand offered to her, but before she could extend her own, someone else pulled her up...