Hunt A CEO Husband For My Mommy

Chapter 9 The Richest Man in Town

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Freya smiled as she stroked Daniel's little head. "Alright then. Like I told you before, I had no idea who your father was at the time. Can we stop looking for him?"

"I heard that almost every child had a godfather. I will definitely find myself a godfather and have him back you up." With his hands on his hips, Daniel said.

Freya was so amused by his words that she laughed out loud. She looked him into his eyes and said, "That’s not necessary, honey. I don't need you to find a godfather for yourself because I can protect both of us."

Daniel pouted as though he still had some hope for that thought he'd had.

"I have to go to work now. What do you think about having Aunt Shannon take you out to eat?" Freya said as she led Daniel to her office.

Freya asked Shannon, "Could you take Daniel to get something to eat? He didn't have anything for lunch. I think bread is fine."

"It's my pleasure! There's a really nice cake store around here!" Shannon said to Daniel with a smile.

"Goodbye, Daniel! I'll probably be working late today, so you can eat as much as you want." Freya said as she nudged him gently.

Daniel said with a nod, "Okay, mommy. I'll bring you back some cakes."

"Great! Can't wait!" Freya said as she stroked his little head with a smile.

When Shannon and Daniel left hand in hand, Freya said, "Stay safe!"

A moment later, Linda walked into Freya's office and asked, "Freya, how's it going?"

"Actually, Mrs. Dawson and I used to be friends. She did that just to make things difficult for me." Freya replied flatly.

"What do you mean? What makes you think she's trying to make things difficult for you?" Linda asked, puzzled.

Freya exhaled deeply before saying, "She's the woman who, back then, plotted with my ex-husband to kick me out of the Dawson family. Later she married my ex-husband and became Mrs. Dawson."

"What? Is that her? This must be difficult for you, Freya. I didn't expect you'd be facing the Dawsons so soon. I'm sorry she tried to give you a hard time."

"I knew I would have to face them again the moment I set foot back in this city. If I don't meet them right now, our paths will cross sooner or later. I'm all set for it."

"Are you doing this for your son?"

"Yes, everything I do these days is for my son. I could let go of my hatred for him."

"You're a remarkable mother, and I admire you for it. Should I ask another designer to deal with Mrs. Dawson?"

"That's not something she'd ever agree to. When she said she wanted me to be in charge of the whole design process, it meant she wanted to give me a hard time. The fact that she didn't make any demands shows she wants me to design everything. I promise to give it my all, though." In a calm tone, Freya explained. She still looked like a fresh college graduate, but she was much more collected than her peers.

"Great. Please show the draft to both Mrs. Dawson and me once you have completed the design. Then, you can adjust your work based on her feedback."

"Sure!"

"Thank you for your hard work."

"That's okay. That's what I'm here for," said Freya with a smile.

It was the first time Freya had made jewelry for the person she hated the most. Freya could not concentrate on her work after Linda left, and she was so preoccupied with her resentment that she couldn't even decide how she should design. All she could think about was how cruel Amber had been to her.

Shannon took Daniel's hand in hers as they headed to the cake shop. She was surprised to discover that he didn't run around like the other kids and was cautious when crossing the street.

Daniel reminded Shannon of her three-year-old nephew. That child would make his whole family busy following him to clean up the mess he made every day. Also, he would run around even on the crosswalks.

Compared to Daniel, Shannon's nephew was a wild child.

After seeing that pyramid-like building again, Daniel asked Shannon, "Who owns that building?"

Shannon immediately showed an expression as if it was too luxurious for her to mention. "That belongs to the richest person in town."

"The richest person? What does he or she look like?" Daniel asked with a curious look on his face.