Cullen handed over an envelope and a file to Mr. Morris.
“Master Cullen, are you sure about this?” his secretary asked with so much concern and worried face.
“Mr. Morris, you know my reason and I hope you understand my decision. I know you can handle this. Don't follow me or let the bodyguards. Just let someone pick the car.” Cullen starts to walk, pulling his medium size luggage enough for his clothes and important things and a backpack without looking back.
Five years later.
“Daddy! I missed you so much! mmmuuuaaahhh!!!” Cullen hugged and kissed his son back.
“Hmmm. Daddy missed you so much too.” He pinches the cheeks of his son. Instead of feeling hurt, the five-year-old kid will smile and make a crescent eye while giggling. Every time he sees his precious smile, Cullen feels bette
