But the next second, something unexpected happened. Hayden Crawford reached out his large hand and pushed her away. Melody Ashworth quickly opened her eyes, and she looked at Hayden Crawford in confusion. He actually rejected her kiss, "What’s wrong with you?" Hayden Crawford himself didn’t know what was wrong. His body was definitely fine; just now in the bedroom, he even felt desire for that little maid, but at this moment, her kiss was really unbearable for him. Pushing her away was almost an instinct. Hayden Crawford’s handsome face didn’t show anything. He put one hand in his pants pocket, "It’s nothing. Caden Crawford is back. Let’s go out for dinner." After saying that, Hayden Crawford walked out. Just like that, he left. Melody Ashworth was very disappointed. She almost kissed Hayden Crawford just now, just a little bit more! Hayden Crawford sent Melody Ashworth back. Melody took the elevator upstairs, and at this time, she found Serena Sterling annoying no matter how she looked, so she directly ordered Serena to take the stairs. Serena Sterling didn’t want to stay with Melody Ashworth either, so she really went to take the stairs. Melody Ashworth entered the elevator with her two black-clad bodyguards, and just as the elevator door was about to close, it was suddenly opened, and someone came in. Melody Ashworth looked up; it was an old lady. Melody Ashworth felt impatient; she was just about to look away when suddenly there was a little boy behind the old lady, little Pip came! Melody Ashworth’s gaze was instantly attracted to little Pip. He had a carved-jade-like appearance and a pair of clear and bright big eyes. He looked so adorable that people wanted to pinch his cheeks. Just now, Melody Ashworth thought that Hayden Crawford’s little devious son was already stunningly handsome, but she didn’t expect to encounter another extremely good-looking little kid here. Little Pip entered the elevator, put his hands in his pants pockets, looked up at Melody Ashworth with big eyes, and said in a childish voice, "Hello." Was he talking to her? Melody Ashworth looked at little Pip in confusion, "Little boy, are you talking to me?" "Huh?" Little Pip tilted his little head seriously and looked at Melody Ashworth, "You... don’t recognize me?" "Do we know each other? Who are you?" Melody Ashworth’s eyes showed even more confusion. Little Pip thought to himself, something’s not right, this mommy is not right! This content belongs to NovєlFіre.net Little Pip looked Melody Ashworth up and down carefully, the face was mommy’s for sure, but aside from this face, this woman was nothing like mommy! Melody Ashworth also sized up little Pip. She thought this little Pip was odd, so she signaled her two black-clad bodyguards to grab little Pip for interrogation later. Anyone with suspicious behavior shouldn’t be let go. What kind of person was little Pip? Little Pip was a clever little monkey. He could immediately tell something was wrong. Just then, "ding," the elevator door opened, and the old lady walked out. "Grandma!" Little Pip swiftly called out, then followed her out. He reached out his small hand and held the corner of the old lady’s clothes, "Grandma, wait for me. The house key is in my pocket." Melody Ashworth in the elevator quickly let go of her guard when she saw this scene. So he was the grandson of this grandma, not some suspicious person. Melody Ashworth didn’t want to waste time on these people, so she stopped her bodyguards, let it go. Outside, little Pip saw that no one followed him, so he knew he was safe. The old lady beside him looked at him strangely, "Little boy, who are you? Where are your family members? Are you lost?" Little Pip quickly released his small hand; he smiled sweetly at the old lady, "Oh, grandma, I recognized the wrong person. My house is just downstairs. I’ll go first, bye-bye grandma." The old lady looked at little Pip, so clever and cute. Whose child was this? Little Pip quickly left there. He had sensitively sniffed out abnormal vibes just now. The woman in the elevator was definitely not mommy, probably disguised or wearing a human skin mask to impersonate mommy. Mommy must be in danger now. No, he must find a helper. Little Pip thought for a moment, got it! Little Pip directly went to The Crawford Group, and he glanced around here with faint satisfaction in his eyes, then he walked to the front desk and politely said, "Hello, miss." The receptionist’s eyes lit up instantly at the sight of little Pip; whose adorable child was this, "Hello little boy, who are you looking for?" "Miss, I am looking for your big boss, Jude Crawford." The receptionist gasped; she didn’t expect this little adorable boy to specify by name her supreme boss Jude Crawford, "Little boy, why are you looking for my big boss?" Little Pip sat down on the sofa in the lobby, "Miss, this you don’t need to ask. Just call your big boss internally, I won’t go up. Tell him I’m waiting here for him to come down, thank you." The receptionist was stunned, looked at little Pip twice again, and then quickly went to her desk and picked up the internal phone, "Hello, Secretary-General..." "Secretary-General, there’s... there’s someone looking for the big boss downstairs..." In the CEO’s office, the Secretary-General glanced at Jude Crawford, who was engrossed in reviewing documents, then frowned and said, "Who is it? Do they have an appointment?" "No appointment. He just said he’s waiting for the big boss in the lobby downstairs, and said he won’t go up, let the big boss come down to find him..." The Secretary-General’s brows furrowed even more, and the tone even carried a hint of sternness, "You’ve worked in the company for a few years, why call for such trivial matters? Any important clients would have made an appointment in advance, and no one here deserves the big boss to personally come down and meet. Handle it on your own." The Secretary-General was about to hang up. "Hey, Secretary-General, don’t hang up, please don’t hang up!" The receptionist exclaimed. This noise attracted Jude Crawford’s attention. He raised his eyelids and glanced at the Secretary-General, then nonchalantly reached out and turned on the speakerphone on the desk phone. The Secretary-General had to speak again, "First find out who it is." "Secretary-General, it’s a little boy, about three years old," the receptionist was almost crying, "I think he’s pretty soft and cute..." Because the speakerphone was on, the voice transmitted extremely clearly into Jude Crawford’s eardrums, and his right hand holding a pen paused for a moment. Something flashed in his deep eyes, and then he was already getting up, leaving the office. The Secretary-General quickly put down the phone and followed. Who exactly is downstairs? A three-year-old boy actually prompted the big boss to go down personally for a meeting; it was truly inconceivable.