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Chapter 59 An Invitation Card

Chapter 59 An Invitation Card

Austin gritted his teeth. From the perspective of the Campbell family, what his grandpa did was right, but from Freya's perspective, it was very cruel. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Austin, you are now the master of the Campbell family. In the future, your wife will not be a divorced woman with an unknown background. Especially, her ex-husband is from the Dawson family." Speaking of the Dawson family, Bruce became so angry.

"Grandpa, half a century has passed since the enmity between you and the Lu family. Why do you still remember it?" Austin said. Although he didn't know much about the affairs between Grandpa and the Dawson family, he could identify that Grandpa didn't seem to have a good impression of the family.

"In short, I don't like the Dawson family. The child's mother married someone from the family, so I don't like it even more. I know you are getting closer to the woman now. You'd better be careful. Don't step over the line," Bruce said stubbornly.

Austin nodded calmly, "I will keep it in mind."

"I like this child. He looks so much like you when you were young. His eyebrows and facial features are the same as yours." When Bruce talked about the little guy, he became gentle and charitable again.

"The child's eyes are not like mine, but like her mother," Austin retorted.

The old man glared at him, picked up the crutches, and got up. "I'll take a look at this little guy. Go to the kitchen and ask the cook to do what the little guy likes."

"Just ask the butler to bring him here if you want to see him." Austin got up to help him.

"It doesn't matter. I'll go by myself." After finishing, he walked out energetically while leaning on the cane with his hands behind his back.

Austin followed him, walked into the kitchen, and ordered the dishes to be light.

After finishing the order, he sat on the sofa and was lost in thought.

In the garden, the little guy found a beautiful Shiba Inu, which is the old man's pet. Unexpectedly, this Shiba Inu had human nature, identified the little guy as a member of the Campbell family, and played ball with him on the grass.

"This kid is full of energy and has such a good time with Eddie." Bruce praised him.

"Mr. Campbell, this child is really good-looking. He will grow up to be an excellent young master!" the butler exclaimed.

Bruce felt a little regretful. He wouldn't see how this little guy grew up, but it was lucky for him to have such a cute and smart great-grandson.

After lunch, Freya stood in front of the company's floor-to-ceiling windows with a cup of coffee, and couldn't help but look at the towering building opposite, imagining that her son was there. She pursed her lips and smiled, and the soft light in her eyes bloomed.

She had considered Austin's proposal. In fact, living with him was the best for the child's safety. It seemed that her small house could only be left empty. She regarded her son as more important than her life. How could she disregard her son's safety just because she hated Austin?

Thinking of this, Freya immediately sat in front of the computer and tapped the keyboard a few times with her slender fingers to search for information about the Campbell family.

She could only find a little information. There were only two pages of knowledge about the family on the Internet. Freya was surprised. She clicked on a piece of news published three or four years ago. The brief description only mentioned that the Campbell family was about to start a succession war.

Freya clicked on another webpage, where a blogger said he couldn't estimate how huge the budget of Austin's property was.

She clicked on the first few articles at will and then turned them off with a bit of disappointment. It turned out that the Campbell family controlled the news so tightly, which was somewhat in line with Austin's domineering personality.

At this time, Linda knocked on the door of Freya's room and walked in happily. "Freya, I did something good for you."

"What is the good thing?"

"You've always been interested in Francisco's paintings, right? His works will be shown at a high- level art tour dinner in our city tonight. Coincidentally, I was invited, but I don't have time, so I changed the invitation card to yours."

Freya looked at her in surprise. "Why don't you go to see his works? It's an exciting opportunity!"

"I have been in the industry for twenty years, so I am not interested in this kind of banquet, but it will be beneficial for you to participate more."

Freya was eager to join in such banquets because she was too young and often had limitations in design. She needed to keep finding inspiration in this kind of art exhibition.

"Thank you," Freya said excitedly while holding the invitation card.

"You're welcome. Make arrangements for your son and then have a good night!" Linda said with a smile.

Freya took a look at the invitation card and found it was quite high-level. The works on display were definitely top-notch at home and abroad. She couldn't wait to go to see them.

She glanced at the clock and it was past three o'clock. She should call Austin in advance and ask him to take her son back tonight. If it was too late, she would go to her little house directly.

She dialed the number she had saved.

"Hello!" Here came a deep and charming male voice.

"Austin, is my son with you?" Freya asked.

"Yes. What's the matter?" Austin's voice was visibly tense.

Freya didn't think too much about it but pleaded, "Will you stay with Daniel tonight? I have a personal matter to deal with, so I may not go to your house."

"A personal matter? What is it?" The man became cold immediately.

"I'm going to participate in an art exhibition and it may be too late after it ends, so I won't go back to your house but stay at my own house," she said.

Austin kept silent for a few seconds and answered, "Yeah."

Freya was stunned for a while after Austin hung up. How could he agree?

Damn it. She hadn't said a word to her baby yet! How could he hang up?

Freya put away her phone and began to miss her son.

In the hall of the Campbell Mansion, Austin dialed a number with a sullen expression. "Help me find out where the art exhibition is being held. I want an invitation card."

Soon, Yolanda answered, "The banquet will be held in Time Towel at six o'clock tonight. However, it is just a small-scale art exchange banquet and cannot match your position. So, it is inconvenient for you to join in."

"What time can I enter?"

"At six o'clock."

"Get the invitation card for me and wait for me at the entrance of the banquet at 6:30 in the evening." Austin finished the order and hung up.