Hayden Crawford pressed his thin lips together, "Caden Crawford, what else do you know?" Hayden Crawford felt as if he had given birth to a big boss. Little Caden Crawford shook his head, "That’s all. Everything about my mom’s past has been wiped clean by you and grandpa, hasn’t it? So now, are you going to tell me something, like your love story with mom?" "..." Hayden Crawford increasingly felt like he was being lectured by a superior. He snorted, "Caden Crawford, aren’t you very capable? Go find out for yourself then." Little Caden Crawford sat obediently on the safety seat, his small legs elegantly crossed at the ankles, "Alright, I understand, Dad. After all, being abandoned by mom isn’t exactly something honorable. Don’t worry, Dad, even if I find out the story from back then, I won’t laugh at you." "..." Hayden Crawford was almost spitting blood. Just then, a melodious ringtone sounded; Hayden Crawford received a call. It was from Justin Xavier. Hayden Crawford pressed the button to answer, "Hello." "Hayden, what have you been busy with lately? I noticed ever since Serena Sterling returned, you’ve been holed up at home, not showing up. Are you planning to become a househusband? Come out and have a drink with us." "Okay, I’ll be right there." Hayden Crawford hung up the phone. Half an hour later, the Rolls-Royce Phantom luxury car came to a gentle stop. Little Caden Crawford opened the rear car door himself and hopped out. He stood there and waved his small hand at Hayden Crawford, "Bye, Dad." Hayden Crawford said, "Go inside." "Alright," Just before leaving, little Caden Crawford glanced back at his dad, "Dad, it’s okay to go to the bar for a drink, but you better not act recklessly. If you can’t handle those women around you, I’ll deal with them for you. Keep your lower half in check." With that, little Caden Crawford walked away. Hayden Crawford, who had been warned and threatened by his own son, "..." He was probably the first dad in history to be warned by his son to "keep his lower half in check." What kind of little monster did Serena Sterling give him? At the same time, Hayden Crawford had a very subtle feeling. He always felt that there was more than one little monster! This bar had always been a place where men squander their money. The best things here were the fine wine and beautiful women, so anyone entering the bar was an important person with status and power. In a luxurious private room, a waiter pushed open the door, and Hayden Crawford walked in. There were already several business tycoons inside, including Justin Xavier. Justin Xavier sat on the dark red sofa, smoking. The smoke swirled around, obscuring his handsome, jade-like face. He looked upset, his whole demeanor dark and brooding. Mr. Crawford, finally, you’ve arrived. President Xavier has been waiting for you for a long time. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novｅlfire.net Mr. Crawford, what have you been busy with recently? We haven’t seen you for quite some time. Mr. Crawford, please have a seat. Hayden Crawford took off his coat and sat beside Justin Xavier. Though the light here was dim, it was the main position of the room. With a black shirt on, a business tycoon offered him a cigarette, which he held in his thin lips. Someone else diligently lit a lighter, giving him a light, and soon the scarlet flame ignited. He lazily leaned his tall figure back against the sofa, furrowing his sword-like brows as he took a deep drag of the cigarette. A business tycoon nudged the beauty beside him, "Go, go accompany Mr. Crawford." When Hayden Crawford came in, the eyes of the beauties in the private room lit up. This was the wealthiest capital tycoon. Two beauties hurried to Hayden Crawford’s side, calling out sweetly. "Mr. Crawford, these two are newly the top stars of the bar. What do you think?" The blue smoke blurred Hayden Crawford’s handsome and noble face. He bent over slightly, his long fingers tapping the ash into the ashtray on the tea table in front of him, but those deep narrow eyes did not look at the two beauties. The business tycoons realized that Hayden Crawford wasn’t interested tonight. The tycoons in the circle knew that in recent years Hayden Crawford changed women like changing clothes, but he wasn’t interested in just any woman. If he wasn’t interested, they couldn’t even get close to him. Clearly, Hayden Crawford wasn’t interested in these two beauties. You guys come back quickly; don’t ruin Mr. Crawford’s mood. Tonight, it seems neither Mr. Crawford nor President Xavier is in high spirits. The two beauties could only leave dejectedly. They had already been rebuffed by Justin Xavier just now. Justin Xavier, who had absolute power in Adlerville, had an unusually clean personal life. Forget about having a girlfriend; he didn’t even have a rumored girlfriend. A 29-year-old man, he seemed uninterested in women. His refined and scholarly face, coupled with his ascetic aura, ignited romantic interest in many noblewomen. Of course, the most widely circulated topic about Justin Xavier was his sister Leah Thorne, the most enchanting and thorny rose in the entertainment industry. Over the years, Justin Xavier hadn’t dated anyone, just stayed by his sister Leah Thorne. As they both got older, people began to speculate whether Leah was Justin’s biological sister or a sister in love. Justin Xavier, either he never plays around at all, or he is... too skilled in playing. The two most distinguished men in the room, Hayden Crawford and Justin Xavier, had no beauties by their sides. They each smoked, giving off an aura of ’do not disturb’. Hayden Crawford glanced at Justin Xavier, "What’s wrong, is Leah Thorne throwing a tantrum at you again?" In this world, the only person who could irritate Justin Xavier enough to smoke was probably Leah Thorne. Justin Xavier said nothing, only taking a deep drag of his cigarette. Hayden Crawford stubbed out the last bit of his cigarette in the ashtray and then stood up, "You guys enjoy yourselves; I’m going out for some fresh air." Hayden Crawford stood up and left. Hayden Crawford left the private room and walked in the corridor when a scolding voice came from ahead, "Stop, don’t run, you’re not allowed to run!" A terrified girl ran over, "Help me, help me!" Two men in black approached and pinned the girl down. The girl struggled hard, "Don’t catch me, please don’t catch me. I don’t want to sell my body, I don’t want to be on stage!" "Faye, this is your slavery contract. Your dad has already sold you here. The fifty thousand yuan for selling your body was all taken by your dad. Do you want to deny it?" "My dad lost at gambling, so he sold me, but I don’t want to be sold. I don’t want to be..." At this time, there was a pair of polished black leather shoes in Faye’s line of sight. Above them was a pair of tailored trousers like knife edges; someone had come. Faye quickly reached out and hugged the person’s leg, "Sir, help me, please save me." The two men in black looked up and quickly greeted respectfully, "Mr. Crawford." Faye slowly lifted her small face. Above the trousers, tailored like a knife’s edge, was an expensive black belt, a black shirt, and above that, was a handsome and noble face.