The group of people erupted in audible wonder, with gasps, oohs, and ahhs. The smile on the girl's face was Like a blossom flower in spring, healing everyone's heart.

"She's so cute! I'm her fan now."

"Is that guy her dad? I don't see the family resemblance. Still, he's a good-looking guy."

Ivan kept a calm face as he heard everyone talking. He was used to it.

This little girl always attracted so much attention each time they went out. He wasn't surprised-because he was fond of this lovely girl. He still didn't want kids, but he had to admit it was nice to carry her.

Quickly enough, the manager of the restaurant came out and ushered Ivan inside.

The restaurant was luxuriously decorated. Piggy ran her big eyes over the whole place to see if there was anything interesting. There was, but not necessarily to a child. There was a very serious-looking bar area, with colorful bottles aesthetically arranged. She could see works of art in wood and iron. There were lamps that were made to Look Like vines hanging from the ceiling. They were polished to a fine sheen, and had abstract leaves as a motif. The colors were red and gold.

Then the manager led them to a shiny carved black table next to a window. A man dressed in a dark-colored designer suit was already sitting there, waiting for his business partner. This well-appointed gentleman was on his phone when Ivan arrived.

Hearing footsteps from behind, Carlos turned around and saw a man coming nearer with a little girl in his arms.

He was a little taken aback when he noticed the little one. He had never talked important business with a client who would bring a kid along. That was certainly out of the ordinary, but he wasn't sure if it was a deal-breaker.

But when he carefully studied the girl's face, he felt she Looked quite familiar. He had the oddest feeling he knew her.

Carlos was so lost in her large eyes that he totally forgot his phone call. Ivan reached out his right hand to shake, but he didn't even notice it. His full attention was drawn to the little girl.

“Hello!” Piggy suddenly said in a cute voice, snapping Carlos back to his senses.

Realizing his impropriety, Carlos let out a light cough and quickly ended the call. Then he stood up, took Ivan's hand and shook it firmly.

“Are you Iven? I'm sorry. Please have a seat."

Ivan didn't mind at all. He sat Piggy down In the baby chair that the manager had brought out to him.

As they were all seated, Carlos regained his composure and greeted

Piggy politely, "Hello."

Wearing a lovely smile, Piggy asked, “Uncle, what's your name?"

“Carlos Hilton. And yours?" Carlos said as tenderly as he could muster.

He had next to no experience talking with kids, so he wasn't sure how he should talk to her.

Ivan silently watched this scene without cutting in. He gestured to the manager and asked him to arrange a French Michelin-Three-Star chef to prepare some specialty dishes.

After the manager left, Carlos shifted his eyes to Ivan and asked,

“Your daughter?"

Ivan shook his head.