Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- party and cause trouble." "I'm dying of jealousy!" "I wonder how the Devereaux family raised him to be so exceptional." "Is he married? Could my daughter even have a chance?" "Haha, don't bother. I heard he married last year." "What a shame." Then, Mr. Thompson, Brooklyn, and several Edenfield Group executives joined for the ribbon cutting. By coincidence or fate, Brooklyn ended up on Aaron's right. Her long, supple arm brushed lightly against his black suit. The gesture was subtle, but it made the moment feel intimate and harmonious.

Brooklyn then represented Edenfield Group to introduce the development and even performed a song, pushing the crowd's excitement to its peak. Maverick and his assistant watched quietly from a corner, nodding in approval. Seeing his grandson Aaron handle everything with such confidence and poise filled Maverick with pride. By his thirties, Aaron had built a career few could dream of. His potential was limitless. ---- "Sir, should I call Mr. Aaron over?" the assistant asked, watching Maverick closely. Maverick waved his hand. "No need.

Why would I?" If Aaron needed support today, he would be there. But his grandson didn't. Aaron was more than capable. Maverick turned and left the venue, calm and satisfied. People clustered around Aaron and Mr. Thompson, touring the property and checking the library site. Mr. Thompson smiled. "Your contributions to our city will be officially recognized. On behalf of countless citizens, thank you." Aaron replied humbly, "It's our duty. We take from society, and we give back. The success of our company obligates us to contribute to the community." After seeing Mr.

Thompson off, Aaron returned to the venue and spent time greeting friends he hadn't seen in ages. Being away from Silverton for so long, even a simple chat took a full hour. Later, as Aaron walked down the corridor after using the restroom, Brooklyn appeared, smiling brightly. "Aaron, you really don't remember me?" Aaron stopped politely. "Miss Fox. Not really. It's been a ---- long time." "You say that, and it hurts my feelings," Brooklyn said, her voice sweet and soft, almost impossible to resist.

"Back in high school, I was a year below you, and we even represented our school together in the city debate competition!" "Is that so?" Aaron's expression remained neutral, the same polite distance he always maintained with strangers. "Yes! You've always been someone I looked up to," she added, her admiring gaze intense and captivating. Aaron checked his watch, showing no interest in chatting. "Miss Fox, I have something to attend to. Thank you for today. We can connect another time." Brooklyn's eyes widened as she noticed something-Aaron's ring was on his ring finger.

As Aaron started to leave, she couldn't help herself. "Hey, Aaron, at least give me your number!" Aaron replied evenly. "If you need anything, just contact Brendan." Brooklyn tried again, letting down her usual superstar poise. "Aaron, come on. Just a phone number. I still have a few things I want to discuss with you." ---- Aaron glanced back, seemingly reading her intentions. "Sorry, I won't give my number. I don't want my wife to misunderstand anything. Brendan handles all collaboration on this side. You can contact him." Brooklyn was speechless.

She watched him leave without hesitation, feeling helpless. Back in high school, she had once handed him a love letter, and he didn't even accept it. "Sorry, I can't take this. Students should focus on their studies," leaving her with the same cold, distant figure. In junior year, she had asked him to watch a movie. "Thanks, I don't like movies," he said, walking away without warmth. On the basketball court, she brought him water. "Thanks, I've got my own," he said politely, leaving again with an indifferent shadow. Brooklyn's heart ached.

Could it be that all her efforts today were for nothing?