This was Vincent Rhodes’ first face-to-face interaction with his son, and the boy’s personality made him sowhat appreciative.
After Leo stepped back, Vincent finally pushed open the car door and got out. The boy remained on guard, standing next to a tree by the side of the road, ready to grab hold at any mont.
He seed worried that Vincent might be a human trafficker trying to pull him into the car and was on guard against him.
Leo looked up at Vincent, who was nearly six-foot-three, and with the air of a seven-footer, he said, "I’ve been watching you for a long ti! Have you been following my mom and ?!"
Vincent raised his eyebrows in surprise; he didn’t expect his careful tracking to be noticed by this kid.
Impressive.
Seeing that Vincent did not deny it, Leo sized him up, recognizing that he looked similar to the n who pursued his mom. After a quick assessnt, he straightforwardly asked Vincent, "Do you like my mom?"
Vincent smiled with interest, leaning lazily against the car, and replied, "You figured that out, did you?"
Confirming that this was one of his mom’s suitors, Leo relaxed and took a step toward Vincent, saying proudly, "Mister, the line of people wanting to date my mom stretches overseas, but if you’ve got the money, I might help you cut in line?"
Looks like he has a knack for business.
Vincent crouched down, his face showing genuine interest, and asked Leo, "How do you plan to help cut in line?"
Leo glanced at the school gate and said, "I’m going to be late. Tonight, I’ll be at the lakeside park with my grandma. et there, and we’ll talk more."
Vincent nodded, "Alright, off you go."
Leo ran off, but Vincent called after him, "What’s your na?"
Leo stopped and looked at him with dissatisfaction, "You don’t even know my mom’s son’s na, and you want to pursue my mom?"
He only knew the nickna Leo because Shannon Quinn had ntioned it on social dia.
"I’m Finn Quinn," Leo shouted as he ran toward school.
The na imdiately pulled Vincent back into mories; he rembered naming him and thought Shannon Quinn would never use it.
The school bell ringing brought back his thoughts, and recalling Leo’s words, he suddenly realized sothing.
The kid seed so proficient, obviously not a newcor to such sches. This little rascal.
Who did he learn this cunning from?
After dinner, Leo was ready to go play in the park.
Shannon Quinn said, "It’s so cold today, let’s not go out."
"I’m wearing so many clothes, I won’t be cold. Grandma, hurry up."
"Coming, coming." Catherine Yardley walked out, holding Leo’s hat, and while putting it on him, she said, "I’ll take Leo for a short walk and be back."
Knowing she couldn’t confine the boy, Shannon Quinn reluctantly agreed. Before they went out, she reminded them again, and Leo impatiently pulled his grandma along in a hurry.
With the cold, there were fewer people out for a walk than usual. Leo strolled with his grandma, all the while searching for Vincent Rhodes.
Vincent had anticipated when Shannon Quinn’s family would leave and was waiting near the park entrance.
He waved to Leo, who noticed him sitting on a bench, and after connecting eyes, Leo said to Catherine, "Grandma, I’m going to play with Kyle."
Catherine glanced over, seeing it was one of Leo’s usual playmates, "Don’t go too far."
"Got it."
A few parents chatted together while the children played within their sight.
As they played, Leo sneaked over to Vincent and climbed onto the bench next to him, "What’s your relationship with my mom?"
Vincent thought for a mont before saying, "Your mom’s client."
"Do you have a car? A house?"
Vincent chuckled, "Yes, anything else?"
This doesn’t seem like a four-year-old’s conversation; Shannon Quinn isn’t materialistic either. Where did this rascal learn this from?
"Yes. You must treat my mom and well, earn money to spend on my mom, and not bully her."
Vincent nodded. Seeing his agreeable deanor, Leo started his pitch.
"Of course, that’s if you can win my mom over; not just anyone is good enough for her."
"How do you plan to help ?"
"We’ll need to discuss that in detail. Adding my mom on WeChat costs two hundred bucks; finding out one of her likes is fifty bucks; taking her out for dinner and a movie is five hundred bucks, with half refunded if unsuccessful."
Vincent smiled indulgently; this kid’s little sche is sharp.
"Oh, and there’s a one-hundred-buck queue-jumping charge."
"Tell , how do you plan to spend all that money?"
"That’s not your concern."
Vincent laughed and took five hundred yuan from his wallet, "One hundred for queue-jumping, and two hundred to add your mom on WeChat."
"What about the rest?"
"Tell a few of your mom’s favorite things."
Without hesitation, Leo began counting on his fingers, "My mom loves gardening, watching TV dramas, painting, eating mangoes and strawberries. Oh, and she likes to sleep in!"
Vincent suddenly felt he didn’t know Shannon Quinn as well as this kid did, realizing he needed to use his son’s ’intelligence’ to pursue her.
After collecting the money, Leo pulled a printed QR code paper from his bag and handed it to Vincent, "This is my mom’s WeChat. Just scan it when you get ho."
Vincent was thoroughly stunned by the kid’s operation; it was a developed industry chain with prepared QR code cards.
"How many of these cards have you sold?"
"None of your business."
Vincent wanted to know how many people had their eyes on Shannon Quinn.
Interestingly, this seed to be good news indirectly.
So many were pursuing her, yet she hadn’t remarried. Could it an she was really waiting for him to return?
"Don’t you want to ask my mom out for dinner?"
Vincent raised his eyebrows, thinking the kid just wanted to scam more money.
"Let’s add your mom on WeChat first, see if she even likes . You’ll need to put in good words for so I can continue to support the business, right?"
"Deal." Leo folded the money neatly and stuffed it into his pocket, then got up and ran off. He stopped a few steps away, glancing back at Vincent with a doubtful expression before running off again.
In the living room, Shannon Quinn sat alone on the sofa in a daze.
The TV was playing a tear-jerking drama, and her mind was filled with news of Vincent Rhodes’ supposed death, setting the scene for her to feel even more lancholic.
She took out her phone, attempting to search for any news about Vincent Rhodes. Given the influence of the Rhodes Family, if he had passed, there would be so news, even if minor. But whether due to excellent information blockades, she found nothing, not even a hint of gossip.
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