Moanna's face fell as she stood helplessly watching Gordon Hayworth sweep Elliot into his arms. What was she supposed to do now?
"Auntie Moanna, don't worry! I'd never forget my mama—she's beautiful, kind, and cooks like a master chef," Elliot declared, his soft hair brushing against Gordon's shoulder. After giving Moanna a cheeky grin, he tilted his head to study Gordon's striking face, searching for any reaction.
Elliot had always wondered about his absent father—who he was, why he'd never come looking for them all these years. Well, mystery solved. Turns out it was Gordon Hayworth, the CEO himself. With those model-perfect features and that athletic build, no wonder he'd produced a kid like Elliot. Say what you will, but you couldn't argue with those killer genes.
"I'm taking him," G
