Chapter 3 3 [Felix Pov]

I grinned, "You seem to be fascinated by my handsome face, Miss."

The beautiful woman was surprised and bewildered, "But... Why me?"

I blushed with a reddened face, "Well... I'm not sure. I just keep thinking about you, for no apparent reason."

I continued with a lower voice, "That's why I keep coming to this place. And paying extra for all those terrible bouquets."

Charlotte smiled and accepted the bouquet I gave her, "I'm flattered."

"Felix Felice, I'm sure you've never been rejected by a woman. The flowers in my hand are beautiful, but I have a secret that prevents me from accepting your advances," she spoke harshly.

Charlotte handed the bouquet back to me, "But with all due respect. I can't accept it."

I didn't expect to receive such a harsh rejection, making my face look sad, "Why not? What's your reason, is it because of the man named Xavier?"

"Yes, it's because of Xavier."

I felt disappointed and sighed in frustration, "Do you know? You're the first person to reject me."

She made a beautiful smile, "Yes, I thought so too. You seem like a child."

"And you still reject me?"

"Forgive me."

I got frustrated and gave her a fierce look, "Reconsider. You'll regret it later. I can make you feel better in bed than any other man," I flirted, a bit more forceful.

Frustrated, I handed her the bouquet, "Those flowers are my gift to you. So, take good care of them. If you want, I'll give you time to think. I hope you give the right answer next time."

After leaving the flower shop, with a broken heart, I brought my assistant to the mansion.

"Can you believe it? How could she reject me? That woman is just a half-hearted stupid flower seller who can't wrap bouquets."

I kept remembering her beautiful face, her eyes that looked cynical but sweet.

"Damn. She looks so beautiful in my mind."

"Does the Boss want me to keep an eye on that woman? She dares to fool you, Boss, she deserves to die."

"Shut up, fool!" I shouted in anger.

I sighed in frustration, "Bring that bastard to me."

"Who do you want, Boss?"

I continued, "The recipient of the letter. That Xavier bastard. I don't care who he is, find that bastard and bring him to me."

Four years ago, when I set up a base on a remote island in South America and started developing and selling weapons there... I also bought another island as bait to deceive the government and military who were chasing me. As planned, special forces were deployed to destroy my base on the pretext of developing and selling illegal weapons. But the base they were looking for was on the decoy island.

Everything exploded, and I was grateful for it. I was almost declared a winner, but even though the island was a decoy, I still suffered a lot of damage. After that, the government was very angry and continued to interfere in my affairs. In the end, I had no choice but to make a deal with them.

Arriving at the manor, getting out of the car. One of the assistants approached me.

"Boss, kidnapping someone is a bit..."

I gave him a sharp look, "Just shut up and do it."

All of this is annoying... But the most annoying thing that happened to me was... On that night.

The next morning. After cleaning up, an assistant came to me with information in his head.

"Did you say you found him?"

"Good! I think you should come and see for yourself."

"Your expression says something interesting is happening here."

I held a glass of wine in my hand, "It's better to be entertaining or something else."

I descended the stairs to the main hall with the assistant in front of me. Another assistant gathered in the main hall, talking in confusion.

"What do you think?"

"I think Madonna?"

"Or... Marilyn Monroe?"

"Why are you thinking of a past artist?"

"Because she looks like them."

"That's true, with blond hair and porcelain skin."

"She looks like..."

I stopped their conversation, "What are you talking about?"

They fell silent, and I approached them, joining in the main hall.

Surprised! I never expected to have a baby boy with blond hair and porcelain skin in my house.

"What is this child doing here?" I asked almost unbelievably.

"We brought him as you commanded, Boss."

My mind processed their conversation. I distinctly remember never asking them to bring a baby boy into my house. Is this nonsense?

"When did I ask you to bring a baby boy!"

The frightened assistant looked at me, stuttering as he explained.

"Boss previously gave us orders to bring Xavier. So, we worked as hard as possible to find him."

I was confused, "You're saying. This child is Xavier?"

"Yes, he's the Xavier you wanted."

I gave him a sardonic look, "Explain it to me."

I sat right next to the baby boy, digesting my assistant's explanation.

"So, Charlotte is the mother of this baby boy?"

"Alright. We cannot confirm that. We saw the baby's birth certificate, but it doesn't say that the flower seller is the mother. All we have is a gut feeling that they were erased."

"We know that the child has no parents and lives with his grandmother in La Jolla. You also know that the flower seller regularly sends letters to the child."

"Continue your explanation," I demanded.

"As we investigated further, it seemed stranger. There's no record that the flower seller is related to this child. However, she sends child support regularly. Additionally, she sends money from an account with a different name."

I was puzzled, "Child support? Hmm..."

Is she trying to hide her current identity?

I spoke again, "Maybe she's just sending money as a cover, as you said, the child has no parents."

"The child lives in a pretty nice house. So, I doubt that. On top of that, the flower seller's attitude is very cautious."

All of this looked very intriguing. It would make more sense if the flower seller were receiving support from a family living in a wealthy neighborhood like La Jolla. So, why is she sending money to the child's family while trying hard to hide her identity? What is the connection between the flower seller and this child?

"That's why we think there's a hidden secret behind this."

I became so angry, "Damn it... Even if that's true. Why is she writing 'Dear Xavier' to this little child?"

After my loud shout, the baby boy cried loudly, creating chaos and triggering a kidnapping alert in my house. My assistants quickly comforted the child.

"Hush, good boy... Peek a boo! Peek-a-boo!"

Hearing his loud cries made me furious, and I moved closer to him.

"Quiet!" I shouted again.

The baby boy raised his head, looking at me with his adorable face. Our faces met, and my assistants talked amongst themselves.

"They look alike."

"Right. They do look alike."

I noticed the peculiarity of this child, "Hey, this child doesn't look like Charlotte at all."

"You don't understand, Boss. Has it not occurred to you that this child looks like you?"