Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 7

A murmur went through the crowd as they began to whisper among themselves.

“Everyone at the Caesar Hotel today is someone important. I heard they’re all from famous medical families.”

“Then this kid…”

Rosalind wasn’t surprised. The boy was dressed impeccably, and the small watch on his wrist alone was worth a fortune.

“Next time you go out, make sure you have a bodyguard,” Rosalind advised as she closed her medical kit.

Seeing that she was about to leave, the little boy threw his arms around her leg.

Her bike-share was now out of the question. Rosalind looked down at him.

The boy didn’t say anything, just clutched the corner of her shirt.

As Rosalind took a step, he followed.

This couldn't go on forever.

Rosalind stopped. “I’ll walk you back.”

“Okay!” Having achieved his goal, the little boy nodded enthusiastically. “I want my family to thank you properly.”

Rosalind straightened his sleeve. “That’s not necessary. I don’t charge children for my services.”

“Then…” The boy’s round eyes darted around. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

Rosalind stood up straight. “No.”

“Then I’ll have Warner repay you with his hand in marriage!” the boy exclaimed happily, counting on his little fingers. “Warner doesn’t talk much, but he’s really handsome and makes a lot of money. He’s great arm candy. Lots of girls want to marry him.”

Rosalind couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t have any plans to get married right now.”

“Oh.” The boy’s ears seemed to droop in disappointment, and he walked the rest of the way in a dejected silence.

A flicker of surprise crossed Jason’s eyes, but he quickly composed himself.

He knew Rosalind, but she didn’t know him.

Jason didn’t reveal his identity. He hurried forward. “Mr. Steward Turner! We finally found you. Thank goodness you’re all right.”

“She saved me,” the boy said, holding onto Rosalind’s hand. His face was now haughty, as if this was his true self.

Jason bowed, his tone polite but distant. “Thank you, Ms. Martinez.”

Rosalind looked at him, her gaze cool. “He already thanked me himself.”

Her attitude left Jason unsure of how to proceed. He turned back to the boy. “Young Master, the boss has been pulling strings to find you. He’s in the car now. He even skipped his afternoon medication.”

At this, the boy looked up in surprise, as if he couldn’t believe his brother Warner would come out personally.

The window of the Maybach nearby lowered slightly, revealing the silhouette of a man inside. He was lean and elegant, his hand curled into a fist at his lips as if stifling a cough. Every movement exuded an air of aristocratic grace…