Come on Daddy!

At Simcoe Manor in City J, Bright Lee changed his clothes and stepped out. His assistant Bill Newman waited respectfully for his
orders with his head dipped.
He sat down at the dining table and enjoyed the food in a graceful manner, so pleasing to the eye.
But there was no expression on his handsome face, and the air around him was terribly quiet. “Bill Newman, it's been a few
months, and you couldn’t even find a woman. Are you capable or not?” Bright rubbed the rim of the milk mug with delicate
fingers.
At this moment, Bright’s magnetic voice sounded like a magical charm in Bill Newman’s ears that he could only feel chilly.
“President, that woman used a fake identity to work in the hotel for a period of time. She has always been alone. I heard that she
is a foreigner, and she was manipulated the surveillance footage that night, so...” Bill Newman didn’t dare to say more and
waited silently for Bright’s punishment.
Bright didn’t speak and there was no trace of joy or anger on his stern face. He only slowly drank the milk.
After he came out from the shower that day, he was all refreshed, and the woman who had a one-night stand with him
disappeared along with the cheque.
But the dark red plum blossom on the white sheets was very eye-catching, reminding him that it wasn’t a dream.
Her youthfulness and beauty made him crazy and unable to suppress himself. He was tempted and just wanted to indulge into
her body. He couldn't help but miss the beauty of that night.
Because the lights were dim, he could only remember that her garish face.
Bright shook his head. What was wrong with him?
He was infatuated with a stranger, a woman who dared to involve him in her scheme!
He snorted, wearing a somewhat self-deprecating smile.
It was just that this woman who dared to scheme...should pay a price.
Bright squinted his eyes slightly, and his hostility became deeper and heavier...

Bill felt that he was about to faint because of the pressure.
“Pres...President, if I don’t find this woman...I will go to Africa.” Bill clenched his fists, determined to achieve his goal.
He couldn’t let a woman damage his record of being capable; it would simply be a shame for him.
Hearing him, Bright slowly looked up, and his deep-cold vision fell on Bill.
The look was cold and fierce like a cold blade that had cut Bill to pieces.
Bright gently placed the milk mug down and said lightly, “there’s no need.”
Bill was surprised and looked up at his wise boss...Did he just hallucinate? Or did the president think he is useless?
“President, give me another chance. If I can't complete the task, I will accept any type of punishment.” Bill was firm.
Bright gave him a cold look. “I said no. Get out to get prepared. We’ll be leaving for the company in five minutes.”
By then, Bill finally felt relieved and heaved a sigh of relief.
There was actually another reason he wanted to find the woman from that night. He now needed an obedient wife.
Since she needed money, problems could be solved with money. He didn’t need feelings in the relationship; feelings could
become troublesome. A contractual marriage based on common benefits would not become a burden once they separated. And
so, he first thought of that woman...
Time flew by and five years passed.
At the Four Seasons Hotel in City J, Rose got up at seven in the morning and did a final check on the materials and documents
she was going to use during the day.
At the moment, her phone rang, and Rose picked up the video call. A lovely, white, and cute baby appeared on the screen. With
thick and curled eyelashes and pink jelly lips, the little girl was beautiful like a doll.
“Mommy, good morning.” The little girl waved hello to Rose, smiling sweetly.
“Baby, good morning, too. Mom will be leaving in ten minutes. Make sure to eat and sleep well. I’ll be picking you up once I’m
back. Remember to listen to what aunt Jane says.” Rose spoke gently and lovingly.

Because of a business trip, she gave her daughter to her friend Jane Smith, who happened to be the teacher at her daughter’s
kindergarten. It was quite convenient for Jane Smith to give her daughter a ride.
“Mom can rest assured to make money, and Doris will be well-behaved to not let mom worry. Just don't work too hard mom,
Doris will be worried.” The five-year-old Doris made a little heart shape with her hands. “I miss you every day, mom.”
“Mom misses you too.” Rose felt warmed, and her eyes were red.
After being kicked out of the Linder family by her parents for five years, she took her daughter back to City Y in which she had
been schooled years ago. Mother and daughter depended on each other and started a new life.
However, Doris was too sensible and knew that it was hard for Rose to both work and raise a child, so she rarely cried and
instead gave her comfort and encouragement. She was so thoughtful that made Rose feel bad.
Rose never regretted giving birth to Doris, at least she still had a family and a home, so her daughter was her little angel.
At 8:20, Rose left the hotel and went to HY Group with her assistant.
She worked at YM Group, the largest design company in City Y. Competition was fierce within the company.
Rose never dared to slack off during her four years of working at YM Group. She always worked much harder than others. With
her skills and talent, she was rated as the Excellent Designer of the Year for three consecutive years. She was promoted with her
salary increased.
The biggest project at the beginning of the year was the theatre invested and constructed by HY Group in City J. Naturally, YM
Group would not miss this great opportunity to cooperate with HY Group.
Rose was selected by the design director William Quinn to participate in the project as the lead designer. The amount of trust
and encouragement placed in her made it is natural for some to become jealous.
This time William Quinn was supposed to go to City J with her to discuss their cooperation, but before leaving, he was in a car
accident and was admitted to the hospital, so Rose could only bring an assistant with her. It was also time to prove her abilities,
let alone let down Director Quinn’s expectations and care.
Standing in front of the majestic office building of HY Group, Rose felt complicated. She had been hiding for five years, but now
she was going to bring herself in front of him.

She only hoped that she would not meet Bright, after all, vice president David Hank was the one solely responsible for the
theatre project.
Afterward, she heard that Bright Lee had already departed on a business trip to the United States, and he wouldn’t return for a
few days. This news couldn’t be any better.
On the third day, the reception assistant of HY Group took Rose and her assistant to the upper floor. As soon as the elevator
door opened, she stepped out.
Walking all the way to the meeting room, she unexpectedly met Bright, who walked towards her. Rose almost twisted her foot on
the spot.
This was simply a bolt from the blue!
The tall and handsome Bright walked in the forefront and was a natural source of attraction.
With a pair of straight eyebrows and eyes as deep as the abyss, as if there was ink flowing inside, just a glance made people
attracted to him.
He was at least six foot tall. The luxurious black suit together with the classic white shirt exposed his figure perfectly. As he
walked, his aristocratic demeanor showed and with straight long legs, he was simply attractive.
Rose and her assistant followed HY Group’s reception assistant and stepped aside.
“Hello president Lee.”
Bright just nodded imperceptibly but didn't stop.
Rose was so nervous when he passed by that she was stuck directly to the wall, and she didn't even dare to breathe. She
looked down in fear that Bright would recognize her.
Fortunately, he didn't notice her and left in strides.
When Bright swept a glance with the corner of his eyes, she secretly heaved a sigh of relief and continued to follow the reception
assistant.
“Stop.” After taking no more than two steps, a familiar voice came from behind her.

The voice sounded as good as it did five years ago, sultry and hoarse.
But it made Rose tremble, and her palms became sweaty.