At the hotel, in the banquet hall.
Everyone had zero tolerance for child abductors. Bianca had to go through a lot of explanations to prove she wasn't one.
After the recent confrontation, she now looked disheveled and sat angrily on the sofa.
That brat was indeed born to torment her. Normally, she could tolerate his teasing, but now he had come to the banquet hall to embarrass her!
The more Bianca thought about it, the angrier she became. She decided that no matter what, she wouldn't easily let Christopher off this time.
She suddenly sat up, took out her phone, and dialed Dominic's number.
The phone rang three times but there was no answer. After a moment's thought, Bianca decided to call David instead.
"Miss Carter!" David answered the call promptly.
"Where's my brother?" Bianca asked petulantly.
"Mr. Dominic is in a meeting!" David glanced at the conference room and switched the phone to his other hand.
"Forget it!" Bianca was about to hang up. She knew too well how ruthless her big brother could be when he was working. Even if she had a hundred times more courage, she wouldn't dare to disturb him.
Just as she was about to press the disconnect button, a fortunate thought crossed her mind, and she asked, "And Christopher? Where is he?"
"Young Master is staying in the hotel by himself!" David replied.
Staying in the hotel by himself? Then who was that just now running away from her?
A smug smile crept onto Bianca's lips.
This time, she was determined to catch that stinky kid red-handed.
Bianca only took two hours to arrive at Christopher's hotel.
She stood at the doorway of hisroom, watching the manager open the door with a smug smile on her lips.
Even if that brat came back as fast as lightning, there was no way he could beat her. She was going to sit in the room and wait for him to return, scare him to death, and make him beg for mercy.
If he had any sense, he would agree to respect her, his aunt, from now on, and she could reluctantly agree not to tell the big boss about what he did today.
Bianca fantasized about it, and images of Christopher being respectful to her, serving tea and massaging her shoulders, started forming in her mind.
However, just then, the room's door was completely pushed open, and her smile froze on her face.
Because she saw a small figure standing at the doorway, wearing a black mask on his face, with a pair of bright obsidian-like eyes devoid of any emotion, staring at her.
Bianca felt a shock to her soul, incredulously staring at the little figure in front of her. "Christopher, where did you come from?"
The little one rolled his eyes arrogantly and retorted, "Did you forget to take your meds?"
"What did you say?" Bianca burst into laughter, disregarding everything else, and rushed into the room to pull down Christopher's mask, muttering.
"Christopher, do you understand manners? I'm your aunt. You were just at the Ritz Hotel, cross-dressing and playing with Elle. You dared to tease me, and now you're pretending to be pitiful again?"
Innocent Christopher didn't notice for a moment, and the mask was yanked off.
Bianca stood there dumbfounded, holding the pulled-down mask, staring at the slight rash on Christopher's face, only returning to her senses after a long while. Incredulously murmuring, "How come these little red dots appeared again? Weren't they all gone at the Ritz Hotel?"
She wanted to touch them to confirm if the rash was real or fake.
"Don't touch me!" Unfortunately, before she could touch him, Christopher had already dodged, his small face tense and cold to the extreme as he turned around and sat back neatly on the sofa.
After her impulse subsided, Bianca finally realized belatedly that her nephew had mild autism, and her behavior just now seemed a bit too much.
Feeling guilty, Bianca followed him and sat opposite him, but her eyes never left his face.
Why did the brat come back faster than her?
This was just too illogical...
The brat left with Elle first. It was inevitable that he would drop the little girl off first and then take a ride, so there was no way he could be faster than her.
Was she seeing things?
Bianca couldn't help but doubt herself again.
Christopher's eyes flickered, calmly taking in all the vivid expressions Bianca had displayed.
His aunt mentioned seeing him at the Ritz Hotel twice.
After several encounters, it was impossible to mistake the person.
Last time, even the neighbor aunt mistook him.
Could it be that there were really two of him in the world?
The little turmoil in Christopher's heart began to boil.
He had long known that in this world, the only ones who could look exactly alike were identical twins.
Finding the twin brother, can it lead to finding mommy?
Daddy and Aunt both dislike mommy, so they must not know about this matter!
Christopher broke his silence, placing his hands on his chest, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and began to probe.
"Aunt, even if you stare hard, the rash on my face won't suddenly disappear."
Bianca snorted coldly, and with Christopher's words, the atmosphere eased. She changed her position, sitting beside Christopher.
Continuing to stare curiously at his face, she cleared her throat and began to climb down the ladder with a negotiating tone.
"Chris, as long as you tell me who did your makeup before going to the hotel. I won't tell your dad about sneaking out today."
Bianca thought it over and realized that only exceptional makeup skills could completely conceal the rash on his face.
This little guy must have had his makeup done to please his girlfriend.
A good makeup artist was hard to come by, as the 'number one socialite,' she naturally wanted to meet one.
Christopher stared at the image of Bianca he imagined, at a loss for words. He pursed his lips and naturally moved his little buttocks to the left, away from Bianca, and said, "Elle..."
"Elle?"
He started the conversation, but unexpectedly, Bianca got excited again, her eyes lit up, and she grabbed his arm tightly.
"Are you saying that Elle introduced the makeup artist? Elle is amazing! At such a young age, she not only designs clothes herself but also knows such a talented makeup artist. Chris, give me Elle's contact information!"
Christopher felt a moment of panic.
Where would he find Elle's contact information?
However, 'Elle,' was indeed his breakthrough.
Smart Christopher, tactfully changed his approach, "Aunt, what do you think Elle looks like?"
"Very pretty, big eyes, fair skin!"
Bianca didn't beat around the bush like Christopher, she earnestly recalled, her gaze falling on Christopher, saying, "At the Ritz Hotel, when you were wearing same dress with her, if I didn't look at your faces, I would have thought you were twins!"
Twins again!
Christopher's eyes flickered, once again thinking of Christian from next door and the pretty sister with an unknown name. At the amusement park, he also saw the backs of two girls.
To confirm, Christopher took out his phone and sent a message to Christian.
[Did anything fun happen today?]
[Accompanied my sister to attend the awards ceremony, the hotel was super beautiful, but ran into a stupid scammer who insisted that she was my aunt, haha... I'll show you my sister's trophy.]
The message had just been sent, and a reply came back immediately, along with two attached images.
In the pictures, the words 'ChicCouture Award' engraved on the trophy were clearly visible.
Christopher's small brain buzzed.
He opened his mouth in shock, turning his head to look at Bianca, who was already playing with her phone.
Then, realizing his inappropriate action, he discreetly withdrew his eyes and unconsciously bit his thumb.
Ouch-
The pain made him aware of his loss of control.
Christopher quickly took his thumb out and quietly rubbed it against Bianca's skirt, his small ears turning pink.
He put on a poker face again, his hands trembling as he replied to the message.
[I want to meet you!]
[Sure, I'm at home, where are you?] The phone vibrated, and the response came quickly.
Christopher pondered before typing: [I'm outside now, I'll be back later, I'll find you.]
[I'll wait for you.]
Christopher looked at the message that had come in, his heart pounding with excitement, but also a hint of confusion.
Excited to meet Christian, who looked like him, yet afraid.
Was the neighbor aunt really mommy?
But...
Why didn't mommy want him?
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