Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover



Winston grinned, clearly in a good mood, "You still remember that, huh?"

"How could I forget? We got into so much trouble as kids. That little guy was a real scrapper, like a mad dog. Even though we were two years older, he'd somehow pin us both down. It was wild."

"And you never let me fight back. You always let him have his way, never letting me hit back!"

Wayne perked up too, "So, was that call from Cassie, the little wild one?"Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Winston nodded, "Yep, he's back, living right next door. It's his birthday today, and he wanted to invite me over."

Wayne was interested, "You have to go. I haven't seen him in ages. He's probably grown into a big, burly guy by now."

Isaac, noticing their excitement, chimed in, "Mom and Dad said we have important guests tonight, so neither of you are going anywhere."

"Really? After living in Luxembourg for over twenty years, they still have friends here?"

The brothers were puzzled.

A black sedan rolled up, followed by another car. Kash was behind the wheel. In the backseat sat a middle-aged couple. The man, dressed in a suit, looked dignified and handsome, even at his age. The woman, with short hair, looked youthful-not in her features, but in the natural wrinkles at her eyes, without signs of cosmetic touch-ups. Her slightly tanned skin, weathered by the elements, exuded health and vibrancy.

She had a relaxed vibe, her eyes bright and clear like a child's. She rolled down the window, taking in the scenery with curiosity, "The sycamores on Green Eyes Hill have grown so tall. I remember when you planted them, they were just saplings."

Indeed, Neil had planted those trees himself when Ruby was pregnant. Ruby, already a mother of four boys, longed for a daughter. One night, she dreamt of a phoenix perched on a sycamore at their door. Convinced her unborn child was a girl, she named her Jaden early on.

Neil was thrilled too. He had sycamore saplings flown in from France, planting each one along the path home, hoping they'd always guide their daughter back.

As Ruby gazed at the lush

sycamores now towering above, her initial excitement faded, and a hint of pain flickered in her eyes. Neil

noticed her silence, knowing sh

was thinking of their lost child. He wrapped an arm around her Let it go. Tonight, I'll introduce you to a girl. You might like her, and if you do, we could ask her to be our

goddaughter."

Their lost child wasn't a taboo topic. Ruby wasn't fragile. Though

sometimes childlike, she was

Pel

resilient and independent. After their daughter's passing, she didn't dwell in sorrow but turned pain into purpose, advocating for children in need worldwide. As a renowned war correspondent and founder of the Angel Children Foundation, she traveled the globe, helping countless orphans.

Ruby asked, "How do you know I'll like her?"

Neil smiled, "The first time I saw her, I felt a soft spot, a deep affection. After all these years, seeing her again feels like fate. If she's as I remember, we could definitely make her our goddaughter. I'm sure Mr. Jacob would be delighted."