Under the hesitant gaze of Robert Reed and Emma Lewis. Nancy Allen took Sophie out the door. The two took a taxi to Cloudglow Tower. Standing below the tall building, Nancy asked uneasily, "Sophie, are you sure you want to go by yourself?" Sophie nodded confidently, pointing to her phone watch, "It’s no problem, I’ll go by myself. If there’s any issue, I’ll call Mom." She could indeed go directly to see Godfery Shaw and talk to him. If things were settled, Godfery might change his attitude. But this way of handling it could hurt Sophie. Maybe her father didn’t want her, and only accepted her reluctantly because of her mother. Nancy didn’t want the child to have this psychological shadow, so she let Sophie handle it herself. When Godfery accepted the child, she would then go to see him. She didn’t even ask Sophie how she planned to do it, letting the child decide everything on her own. Nancy waited quietly in a café across from Cloudglow Tower with a cup of fresh milk. For her health, beverages like coffee were not suitable, and the doctor advised her to drink more milk. Meanwhile, Sophie entered Cloudglow Tower. A four- or five-year-old child entering alone immediately drew the attention of the security guard: "Little one, this isn’t a place to play. Where are your parents?" Sophie politely said, "I’m here to find someone." "Find someone? Who are you looking for?" "I’m looking for Mr. Smith." Hearing the name Basil Smith, the security guard exchanged a questioning look with the receptionist. The young woman at the front desk, with her exquisite makeup, waved her hand dismissively, "Stop causing trouble. Any kid could claim to meet Bob—why not say you’re meeting Boss Shaw?" With the expansion of Godfery’s power following the takeover of the Shaw family, Basil Smith, his trusted strategist, had also risen in status. Now, even external partners who wanted to meet Basil had to make an appointment in advance; it wasn’t easy to see him. The receptionist had no qualms about refusing because upon closer inspection, the child was wearing ordinary cotton T-shirt and shorts with nondescript sneakers. She didn’t look like a child from a wealthy family and couldn’t possibly be Bob’s niece. Sophie’s clothes indeed weren’t expensive—Robert insisted children’s clothes were outgrown in a few months, so comfort was prioritized over brand names. And Emma, ​​afraid to contradict Robert in matters of discipline, secretly bought Sophie shoes only after removing the tags. Sophie frowned as the receptionist refused her. She had sneakily checked online and knew it wasn’t easy to meet that person, so she specifically mentioned Uncle Basil, yet it still wasn’t easy. Sophie explained, "My name is Sophie. I really know Uncle Basil. You can call and ask if you don’t believe me." The receptionist clearly had no intention of entertaining the request—it was just a child’s prank to her, reaching out to Bob? She told the security guard, "Thomas Carter, take her away. Maybe she’s lost—see if you can help her contact her family." The security guard named Thomas could only lead Sophie aside, asking patiently, "Where are your parents? Do you know their phone numbers so I can call them to come pick you up?" Sophie felt helpless, considering calling Mrs. Lewis to find out Uncle Basil’s number. Thinking it over, she said, "Uncle, please help me, I’m really here to find Uncle Basil. If you call him, he will definitely come down to see me." Following standard security procedures, they would usually send a possibly lost child to the police or call her family. But Thomas felt this child wasn’t lying. Such an adorable child, calling him ’uncle,’ couldn’t be deceitful! Thomas hesitated a moment, then went to the front desk again. The receptionist, shaking her head before he spoke, refused, "Thomas, don’t be foolish. If she really was Bob’s niece, how could her family let a young child come alone? It’s not the first attempt by others to meet Bob with peculiar methods." Thomas scratched his head sheepishly, muttering to himself, "But I really don’t think she’s lying..." The receptionist didn’t report it, but Thomas, seeing the child’s disappointed look, gritted his teeth and said, "I’ll call for you." Sophie’s eyes lit up immediately, and she thanked him sweetly, "Thank you, Uncle." The simple security guard was charmed by the word ’uncle’... He took Sophie aside and took out his phone, risking potential criticism, to make the call himself. "Hello, King, it’s . There’s a child in the lobby saying she’s here to see Bob. Could I trouble you to pass on the message?" Sophie listened to the call and reminded him, "Uncle, you can tell them my name is Sophie." The source of thɪs content is 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵 Thomas listened and immediately added, "King, the child says her name is Sophie. Okay, understood, thank you, King. I’ll have her wait." After the call, Thomas reassured Sophie, "I don’t have direct access to contact Bob, but I called the assistant in charge of reception. Don’t worry, King is a very good person, she helped me with this job—she’ll help get the message to Bob. Wait in the lounge over there, and I’ll bring you a glass of juice. Don’t wander off, alright?" Sophie nodded obediently, "Thank you, Uncle." Thomas broke into a simple smile; this child was truly adorable! Meanwhile, in the top-floor reception, King hesitated but decided to trust Thomas. The lad was simple-minded and wouldn’t make things up. As Basil Smith hurried by the reception, King called out to him urgently, "Bob, there’s a kid named Sophie downstairs asking for you." The hurried Basil instantly stopped in his tracks. His expression changed, then he turned and walked toward the elevator. Due to his ties with Emma, Basil occasionally visited Ink Manor and naturally knew Sophie, whom he was quite fond of. Of course, Basil hadn’t mentioned it in front of Young Master... Seeing Basil’s reaction, King let out a sigh of relief, thinking that Thomas, the simple guy, had luck on his side despite his simplicity. The receptionist’s reluctance to report was evident, but Thomas just believed in everything. Basil quickly descended the elevator. He saw Sophie drinking juice in the lounge. On seeing Sophie, Basil’s stern face softened a bit, "Sophie, why are you here? Where’s your grandpa and Mrs. Lewis?" Basil assumed Emma and the others had brought the child. Sophie shook her head, "They’re not here, I came alone." Basil frowned, "That’s reckless. What if you got lost? I’ll call Mrs. Lewis to come pick you up." "Uncle Basil, Mrs. Lewis allowed me to come. I’m here to find... him." Upon hearing this, Basil instantly knew who she meant, his expression subtly shifting.