"He invites me, but he’s late?" Frank Harper glanced at the restaurant manager.
"Sorry, Mister Harper. Mister Wilson is on the way. He’ll be here in a moment."
"I don't need an apology, but proof."
With a cold expression, Frank waved his hand. The manager quickly disappeared from his sight. However, when he was about to lean back, two bodyguards entered carrying a toddler. His hanging legs kicked in the air.
"Let me go! Let me go! If Mommy finds out that you are bullying me like this, you will regret it!"
"Sir, we found this child sneaking around outside. It looked like he wanted to spy on you."
With a suspicious look, Frank studied the little boy in the blue coat. One of his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed. "Did someone tell you to follow me?"
"No. I want to do it myself. Ple
