Hearing Oliver Thomson’s extravagantpliment made Be even more proud of her son. "Thank you, Mr. Thomson. I appreciate it."

"Ms. Donovan, I wanted to inform you that a pianopetition will be held in the city in two weeks. I suggested that Dax participate in thepetition, as I believe he has the potential to do well..."

Be was surprised to hear that. So far, she has only allowed Dax to learn piano for personal purposes, not professional orpetition, since she knows Dax is only interested inputer science.

Be smiled at Oliver Thomson.

"Sir, I will talk to my son first. If he agrees, I will support his decision..." Be politely responds, even though she knows Dax will definitely reject the idea.

Her son used to say he only studied music to pass the time. He didn’t n on bing an expert because he dreamed of bing aputer science expert.

After talking a few more things, Oliver Thomson finally excused himself, and she walked him to the entrance.

...

Later,

Be heads into the living room to look for Dax but can’t find him and her grandpa. Before she headed to her bedroom to change clothes, Noora appeared.

"Young Miss, are you looking for a young master Dax?"

"Yes. Do you know where Dax is?"

"Yes, Young Miss. Young Master Dax is with Old Master and Old Sinir in the Library." Noora answer.

"Oh, Grandpa Sinir is here too?" Be was surprised to hear that the older man usually came in the morning and left for his own house before evening. It’s rare to see him here at night.

"Yes, miss. Old Sinir came to watch Young Master Dax y the piano, but he arrived only when the y was over. So he decided to join us for dinner."

"I see. Thank you, Noora," Be said as she headed towards the Library without waiting for Noora’s reply.

Be must greet Lewis Sinir before heading upstairs to check Stefan’s files.

When Be entered the Library, she couldn’t help but smile. She saw her son ying chess with Lewis Sinir while her grandfather watched them y closely. They seemed so immersed that they didn’t notice when she entered the room.

She walks there to join them and stands beside Dax to make them finally aware of her.

"Oh, Be..." Lewis was happy to see her, but his expression slowly turned sour when he didn’t see his grandson. "Youe alone? Where’s Tristan?"

Be smiled at Lewis before answering, "Tristan had a sudden meeting, so he couldn’t return with me."

Lewis’ expression turned displeased hearing that.

"Be, that was just his excuse," he said, shaking his head. "...Why did he turn into a busy person all of a sudden, huh?"

Lewis wished Tristan would only focus on his family instead of thepany. Still, it looked like that brat had forgotten his promise. He made a note to scold his grandson when he saw himter.

"Grandpa Lewis..." Dax suddenly chimed in, looking at Lewis. He continued when he looked at him. Don’t be angry with Dad. He didn’t lie. My Dad actually called me via video earlier. He told me he had promised someone important to meet him, so he must honor his promise.

And I know that is what a good gentleman does when he makes a promise…"

Lewis’s angry expression slowly faded when he saw Dax before him. Of course, this little man would not lie. Lewis smiled at Dax before asking, "And did your father tell you who this important person who could make him note to his own son, my sweet Grandson, piano recital?"

Dax’s eyes lit up, knowing his father would be having dinner with the president of this country. However, when Dax remembered his father telling him to keep it a secret, his happy emotions slowly faded, recing his usual calm.

"You don’t know who he will meet?" Isaac, who was curious, also asked.

Dax nced at Isaac. He shook his head, unable to answer him.

Be smiled, looking at her son — she could see he was hiding something.

"Grandpa Lewis, Grandpa... I’m sorry, I can’t stay here to apany you…" Be tried to ease the tension by helping her fluttering little son. "I have to go to my room to change..." she said, ruffling Dax’s hair. Dax looked up to see his mother; he smiled at her.

"Sure, dear. Don’t mind us, we have challenging games to y," Lewis said.

Before Be left, Isaac reminded her not to forget dinner at seven. He had noticed that she had forgotten to have dinner with themtely, as she often fell asleep after returning from the office. Isaac could see how exhausted she was from working nine to five.

"Sure, Grandpa," Be said with a meaningful smile before leaving the room.

When she arrived at her bedroom, Be didn’t bother to change her clothes but immediately went to her desk and turned on herptop.

Stefan has sent her a couple of files about her request to check the information of the person following her. After a few minutes of reading the file, her expression slowly turns dark.

"Jessica Sinir!?" Be whispered while shaking her head. She can’t believe that woman already knows her office.

How could she know that?

Be believes no information about her will appear on thepany database or the inte if someone tries to search her name.

Did someone tell her about it?

Or was it just coincident she saw her near Quantum Capital?

She waspletely puzzled.

"Tsk... Tsk... Why do you look so interested in knowing where I live?"

Be was grateful that Tristan had a sudden meeting. Otherwise, Jessica will find out that they actually live in the same area. Be couldn’t imagine what would happen if that evil woman knew—she mighte to this ce to make a fuss.

Gosh!

After a few minutes, Be set aside Jessica Sinir’s case. She opened another file about three people attempting to find her identity.