Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 551

It was the only way to truly stand firm in this world—unshakable, untouchable.

And finally claim real power.

"Think it over, Eugene."

Johnnie pulled open the hospital room door.

He stepped out, but paused abruptly. Turning slightly, he glanced back at the boy with a faint smile. "You were born into the very heart of power, naturally drawn to it. For others, reaching the top is a lifelong struggle, but for you, it's right there-if you want it. Don't waste that."

"When your mentor arrives, I'll come pick you up."

"Let me know your answer soon."

"Good morning, Mr. Whitmore."

"Morning, Mr. Whitmore..."

Late morning, Forrest was leading a very reluctant Adrian by the hand as they entered The FM Building. Every employee who recognized Forrest greeted him, their curious gazes flickering toward the child at his side.

It was a rare sight.

Their boss had never married-had been single for ages-and now, out of the blue, he'd brought a kid to work. What was going on?

And then, of course, everyone remembered the recent rumors.

Apparently, Mr. Whitmore had been pursuing that woman-rumored to be the granddaughter of Jade, the founder of Splendid, one of the world's thirteen most exclusive luxury brands. Anyone who followed high fashion had heard Jade's name, and although their family connection had never been officially announced, whispers about it had persisted for years.

both shared the same last

name for herself in the industry too. She held a top position at Splendid, sat on the board of Montgomery Holdings,

been married to Lysander the late, legendary

had

this kid be the Montgomery

Whitmore really swooped

that not long ago, Mr. Whitmore had been out of the office-reportedly flying overseas to

by appearances, his efforts had paid

had turned into, "Mr. Whitmore successfully stole the heiress." People were already debating when the

in a

with the R&D team, was completely unaware of the wildfire he'd started

Not that he minded.

to the technical report. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Adrian perched on a chair, clutching his handheld game console-clearly, Forrest meant it

was busy,

Mila, he was determined to keep the boy close,

these grown-ups were babbling about things he didn't understand. It had been interesting at first, but now he was dozing off, and even his game couldn't keep

used to do this,

at least he'd never made Adrian

It was mind-numbing.

to just go

minor adjustments per the discussion, finalize the program as soon as possible, and get a batch of prototypes out there for testing." After a few more instructions, he

dressed man hurried over and called out, "Mr. Whitmore, the Federal Security Bureau just phoned-they say the CN algorithm we embedded is having issues,

a problem

Forrest frowned.

a short