Sir Ares, Goodnight

The receptionist nurse at the desk noticed the little boy. He had a head of charming black hair and was dressed in a white T-shirt with an armor print on his chest, a pair of black track pants, and a black mask. The monochrome look of his getup made him look stylish, like something out of an artistic painting. The nurse fancied that he looked just like a little prince from a comic book.

'He's so freaking cute!'

"Who are you looking for, little one?" The nurse walked over and greeted him with a warm smile, her voice gentle.

"I'm looking for my-my daddy!" the little boy instinctively.

'Mommy said I should always be careful when I'm outside.

'Don't tell any strangers the truth, except for police officers, of course.'

The little guy looked up innocently at the nurse, "Miss, do you know where my father is?"

When the petite nurse observed the boy's face, with his big round eyes peeking from under his mask, she was awestruck with a sudden realization. 'Those eyes are exactly the same as the cold Mr. Ares's!' i

However, Mr. Ares always had that trademark serious look on his face. Even with the charming good looks he was gifted with, most people would not dare to approach him.

The little guy standing before her was the complete opposite. He looked soft and cuddly and his warm smile could melt snow. Frankly, he was rather irresistible.

"Oh, yes. Mr. Ares's office is on the ninth floor!" the nurse answered quickly without hesitation.

The little boy was a little displeased. Did he really look like this Mr. Ares's son? Or did he just have a common face?

The nurse's attitude took a 180-degree turn. She leaned over and asked courteously, "Shall I take you to his office?" i The boy quickly shook his head. "No."

'This nurse looks pretty but she doesn't seem very bright. If she follows me around, she might ruin my plan,' he thought.

At that moment, the elevator door opened and the boy swiftly hopped onto the elevator.

As he went up the floors, the tracker on his smartwatch told him that he was getting closer.

on the ninth floor, his current location and

prompts of the

hung a wooden sign

door but it

scanner. To his surprise, he heard the fingerprint lock click and the door swung open. The little guy was dumbfounded. 'Is this fingerprint lock specially designed for me?' he wondered. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

and saw the humiliated figure of his mother tied to a table leg. Her hair was disheveled and her face

crying?'

had never seen his

must have done bad things to her to make her

boy, dropping his scooter

teary face, and there he was. Her baby Robbie, standing right in front of her. To say that Rose was stunned was an understatement. Her gaze wandered to the fingerprint lock and she realized that her hunch

really did have

and his small, handsome face scrunched

he said

fairly

him up for Taekwondo classes to strengthen his rather frail and

the boy's natural talent. Two years later, Baby Robbie's bookshelves were crammed with

the past six months, he had even started to challenge the older groups and performed very

mask back on his face. "It's dangerous here," she said hushedly, "let's leave quickly,

Robbie responded

thought. "Wait," she said, "we have to find a way

easy. Leave that

the entire building's surveillance

in City South seemed to blend into the horizon. The area was renowned

villas were huge in themselves but their gardens were even

course, only the richest

Lincoln into the underground garage. Swiftly and elegantly, he drifted into the parking spot, planting the

quickly got out of the