Her Worst Nightmare

I’ll behave. Can I

ng. The deadline to hand in the draft to Angela was fast app

n your own, but you’re not allowed to take a step out of

The little fellow

ted her son. Ever since he was young

miled and walked hi

ings. Looking out the glass panes, he stared fixedly at the p

chance to leave.

ing the street, he did not forget to observe the road safety rules. It took him 15 minutes to arrive at the entrance of the Gabrie

that Gabriel was sitting somewhere in this bu

le backpack strapped to his back. The little boy was courageous and resourceful.

aunt who was working at the front desk. Lifting hi

sight of him looked at each other in wonderme

I help

to see m

e? What’s

ou take me to see him?” The little boy

like the President. Just

e? Why isn’t your bodyguard with y

Please take me up to see him!” His face which bore a striking resemblance to Gabriel's hel

ont desk having every intention of grasping t

f President Gabriel. Moreover, there might even be

the elevator. The exuberant little boy was ela

me?” The receptionist stooped

ced lie. All he needed to do now was to appear befor

had no doubt at all. This little fe

it reached the sixtieth floor. The kid promptly co

, they were abruptly stopped by a woman dresse

s the

ident Gabriel’s little nephew. I’ve br

ild. With brows knitted in a frown, she a

ther hurdle. He smiled broadly. “Yes! My uncle i

your age. Have you got the wrong person?” Assistant

n a loud voice, “I’m not mistaken. He is my uncle. I

pack?” Assistant San

little boy decided to take off his small backpack for her to inspect. Assistant Sandra reached i

red her mouth trying to smother a

e résumé was sandwiched between t

tinued to gaze at him with suspicion in her eyes. “But I rem

t recognize me, then just bring me to him.” The little

ent Gabriel’s had long astounded her. This was not just a simple resemblance, even the ar

York family?” Sandra did not dare do as she

e little boy threatened. His action of arching his eyebrows greatly shocked her. She had followed her boss for three years and

im.” Sandra still wasn’t sure whet

ly know. Besides, she had just checked his small b

that she didn’t have the chance to

e object of his plan was only a door away. His big eyes

e the slightest bit anxious. He only knew that he wanted t

n the door, Sand

ice, the little boy inward

he was oblivious to the tall, slender figure

uiling. His inky-black hair was slicked back, not a single strand out of place, revealing a flawless face with golde

dignified figure was just like that of an emperor from ancient times pos

alked in. Spotting the small figure traili

re to see you.” Assistant Sandra refe