Aunt Yara wants to come back to see her biological mother one last time. But her mommy said that such a mother who exploits her daughter and treats her as a cash machine is not worth it, so she directly took Aunt Yara out for tea and shopping. Serena needs to find these two mommies now, Cherie opened the door of the luxury car and respectfully said, "Your Highness, please get in." But Serena stopped, because she saw a tall, handsome figure ahead — it was Jude Crawford. Jude Crawford is here. Serena knows that Jude Crawford has been searching for Aunt Yara all these years. Now that Aunt Yara has appeared, Jude Crawford showed up earlier than she expected. Serena walked forward, coming in front of Jude Crawford, "Uncle Jude, long time no see." A luxury extended business car was parked by the roadside, and Jude Crawford stood tall and upright by the car. He wore a black, thin wool coat. They say time bestows men the most charm, and with Jude Crawford, this statement is classic. Jude Crawford is already in his fifties, and his handsome face, as if carved by a knife, now has wrinkles. However, these wrinkles enhance the sense of history and gravity about him. The former pride of the Crawford family, an emperor of the business world, every gesture and action exudes an overwhelming depth and reserve. In his presence, Serena felt overly youthful. Jude Crawford’s deep, narrow eyes fell on Serena’s face, then moved downwards, locking onto the peace pendant hanging around her neck. He slightly parted his thin lips, "She, is back?" The former Willow family girl, Isabelle Willow, amazed the entire City of Aethelgard. At 18, she broke into the jewelry design circle and peaked soon after. Nowadays, Fly Jewelry remains a top brand, and many of the new rising top jewelry designers are fanatic fans of Isabelle Willow. The name Isabelle Willow left an indelible mark in the jewelry industry. Thus, when Jude Crawford saw this peace pendant around Serena’s neck, he recognized it instantly as a design by Isabelle Willow. Isabelle Willow was a player of unparalleled talent, possessing an elegance and creativity in jewelry design that ordinary people could not match. Serena shook her head, "Not yet." Jude Crawford’s profound gaze once again landed on Serena’s clear eyes. He watched her quietly, his eye devoid of emotion, yet a vortex seemed to lie within, making one feel they were facing a point of no return with a mere glance. Serena met his gaze unflinchingly and did not show any retreat. Soon enough, Jude Crawford curved his thin lips into a slight arc, and he uttered just two words, seeming amused, "Really?" "Uncle Jude, I’m not lying to you. I didn’t meet Aunt Yara in the State of Westria, and according to the plan and schedule, both my mommy and Aunt Yara should attend my wedding to The King of Nine Peaks." Serena’s every word was true, though strung together, it was a lie. Jude Crawford nodded, "Alright, if you see her, let me know." Jude Crawford got into the extended business car and sped away. He was dismissed so easily, which felt odd to Serena. In her memory, Jude Crawford was the craftiest of foxes. "Your Highness, let’s get in the car," Cherie said. Serena got into her luxury nanny car and left as well. What Serena didn’t know was that Jude Crawford’s extended business car didn’t really leave but parked across the street. Jude Crawford glanced at Serena’s car disappearing from the pavement through the bright window glass, and then turned his gaze to the little boy beside him, "Caden, you’re up. Your mommy must have contacted your grandma or grandaunt, help me track your mommy’s phone signal and locate where your grandma is now." Little Caden Crawford had arrived and was now sitting beside his grandpa, Jude Crawford. He had seen mommy from inside just now, but mommy left. "Grandpa, is this really okay? If mommy knows I’m tracking her phone, maybe she won’t like me anymore." Jude Crawford gave Little Caden a look, "Come on, Caden, I’m not your mommy. You don’t need to play innocent in front of me. It’s not is the first time you’ve done it." Little Caden quickly furrowed his chubby brows, "Grandpa, is this a threat?" Jude Crawford leaned his strong back comfortably against the sofa, "You could consider it a negotiation." Little Caden thought for a moment, "Alright then, but grandpa, you mustn’t ruin my good child image in front of mommy. Mommy really likes my innocent side." Jude Crawford made an okay sign. Only then did Little Caden open his phone, his small fingers flying swiftly over the keyboard. A few minutes later, Little Caden reported an address, "XX Tower." The secretary, Riley Sutton, quickly and respectfully spoke up, "Sir, XX Tower is the largest shopping mall in the State of Westria, known as a shopping haven for women." Jude Crawford, "...Let’s go." Jude Crawford entered with Little Caden, and as soon as this grandparent-grandchild duo appeared, they attracted everyone’s attention. The place was already teeming with women, all gathered to gossip. Wow, this little boy is so adorable, I really want to hug him! Oh, please, you want to be hugged! That man is so handsome and manly. Is this little boy his grandson or his son? I bet he’s his son, definitely born from a mistress! Little Caden looked up at Jude Crawford with his cute, chubby face, "Grandpa, they’re saying I’m your son." Jude Crawford didn’t even glance at those young and beautiful women, his deep, narrow eyes scanning the vast shopping mall like an eagle, casually replying, "Your dad doesn’t have a brother like you." Jude Crawford didn’t find the figure he was looking for, so he glanced at Little Caden, "Where’s your grandma, hurry up and lead the way." "Follow me." Little Caden took out his phone, coolly and steadily walking ahead of Jude Crawford, leading the way. Content originally comes from novel[f]ire.net Ahead, within a boutique, another little boy, Pip, sat on the sofa, waiting for Isabelle Willow to change clothes. The boutique’s shop assistants surrounded Pip, admiring him more and more, "Little boy, won’t you stay and be our son? You’re just too handsome and cute." Pip had grown used to this; he grew up in the company of women, and all the older sisters and aunties wanted to take him home as their son. "Ladies, you’re all so young, still like children who need to be pampered and loved. How could you have a son as big as me?" Pip replied, smiling sweetly.