Chapter 6:
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Louis was born with an aura of royal dominance, and no matter where he went, he was always the center of attention.
"Alpha Louis, I'm so sorry, so sorry. Are you shopping with your son? When did you have such a grown-up son?"
Son?
Louis was taken aback; this word was entirely new to him.
The child in front of him had eyes that resembled his own, mesmerizing eyes, with a chubby, delicate face that was almost too perfect, too beautiful, and too adorable to be real.
"Alpha Louis, I apologize. I hope you can forgive me," Rony said, polite and well-mannered, his young voice soft yet very pleasant to hear.
The manager was shocked. Weren't they father and son?
He realized that Alpha Louis only had a fiancée and hadn’t married, so how could he have such a grown-up son?
But from an outsider's perspective, they certainly looked like father and son.
"It’s no big deal," Louis said indifferently.
People can resemble each other; it’s quite normal.
"Louis, why are you standing here?" A sweet voice called from behind Louis.
A woman wearing a soft purple dress approached Louis, naturally wrapping her arm around him.
She was dressed in a Gucci dress, wearing a Patek Philippe watch.
(*Patek Philippe: A famous Swiss watch brand)
She carried a Hermes handbag and wore glass high heels—her entire outfit was made up of luxury brands.
Louis smiled but said nothing, his eyes cold, showing no affection toward the woman.
Rony narrowed his eyes slightly, mimicking Louis’s expression, revealing a trace of displeasure.
The movement was almost identical to Louis’s.
"Why is your dress wet?" Louis noticed her dress was slightly damp and frowned.
Wendy complained, "It’s all because of some careless woman in the restroom. She spilled water all over me."
Wendy then noticed Rony beside her and paused.
The child was incredibly cute, and something about him seemed familiar.
Rony’s eyes flashed with a cold smile as he pushed the cart away, not wanting to look at the couple any longer.
Unfortunately, a box of cookies fell from the shelf, blocking the cart’s wheels.
Because he was small and not very strong, the cart was quite tall.
So it bumped into Wendy’s stomach.
"I’m sorry," Rony apologized sincerely.
"Why are you pushing the cart?" Wendy instinctively pushed the cart back.
Her hand slipped, and the cart bumped into Rony.
Rony, small and unprepared, fell down.
Louis immediately ignored Wendy, wanting to help Rony up, but someone else moved faster, roughly pushing Louis aside.
"Sweetheart, are you hurt?" Cersei asked, her voice full of concern.
Rony smiled gracefully, "I’m fine."
Cersei, angry, suddenly stood up, her demeanor sharp, "Miss, please apologize!"
"Why should I apologize? It wasn’t intentional, and besides, he’s not hurt, is he?" Wendy replied dismissively, not taking Cersei seriously.
"The child is carrying so many things, and you caused them to fall. Do you think it’s only a problem if he breaks a leg or an arm?"
Wendy was displeased, "You got my dress wet, and I haven’t even held you accountable for that, so why are you yelling at me?"
"That’s not the same thing. It’s just a wet dress. Tell me how much it costs, and I’ll compensate you, but right now, you need to apologize!"
Wendy was flustered by Cersei’s words, unsure how to respond, and looked toward Louis for help.
But Louis’s attention was entirely focused on Cersei, so he didn’t notice Wendy at all.
Wendy felt a surge of jealousy and anger.
Cersei was dressed very simply—in a blue-striped purple shirt, white jeans, and her hair casually tied up, making her look very young, like a college student.
Because of her simple attire, Wendy didn’t take her seriously.
Rony slowly smiled, elegantly and with poise, "Sister, let it go. This lady probably doesn’t know how to apologize. Being uncultured is a scary thing. You can’t expect everyone to be as well-mannered and polite as we are."
Sister?
Lady?
Cersei was puzzled—why had her little rascal changed his tone?
Wendy’s face flushed with anger. Did this little brat just call her a lady?
And did he imply she was uneducated?
"You little..." Wendy sputtered, pointing at Rony, so furious she couldn’t find the words.
Cersei coldly smiled, "My darling is right. You really shouldn’t expect others to be as polite and well-educated as we are. Those qualities are rare and precious, some people treat them like treasures."
The mother and son duo took turns making sarcastic remarks, provoking Wendy.
Wendy had never been so humiliated before, and with Louis not defending her, her eyes filled with tears of frustration.
Louis, on the other hand, was shocked but also amused. This child was quick-witted and utterly charming.
Everyone around was either fans or ready to explode with anger.
"Do you know who I am? How dare you speak to me like that?" Wendy said, her voice trembling with rage.
Louis frowned in annoyance. Wendy was usually knowledgeable and well-mannered; why was she being so unreasonable today?
"That’s enough, Wendy. Apologize." Louis said coldly.
"Louis!"
Wendy stomped her foot, embarrassed and furious, and stormed off.
Cersei and Rony were about to leave when Louis grabbed her arm.
"Who are you?" Louis’s voice was as cold as the wind that cuts through winter.
Rony’s lips curled into a slow, mischievous smile.
Cersei looked up at Louis.
She met a pair of eyes filled with icy coldness.
Her heart suddenly tightened. This man was dangerous. Just moments ago, she had been focused on protecting Rony and hadn’t paid attention to the man beside Wendy.
Now, seeing him up close, she was alarmed.
Exquisite, dangerous, regal, and endlessly charming.
"Do we know each other?" Louis asked in a deep voice.
Those eyes—he could never forget them, even in death. The woman who nearly made him lose everything, who had attempted to assassinate him countless times.
She had beautiful, enchanting eyes.
"I don’t know you." Cersei pulled her arm away from Louis, "You’ve mistaken me for someone else."
Louis slowly released her, and she pushed the cart away.
Rony thought for a moment, then looked at Louis with a bright, elegant smile, "Alpha Louis, your judgment is really lacking."
On his chubby face was an expression that didn’t hide his disdain at all.
Disdain for you!
Such poor judgment—Rony was once again certain that his superior traits were inherited from his mother.
With that, he walked off with a swagger.
Louis frowned. Did that child know him?
Before he could ask, the mother and son had disappeared.
The two of them returned home with their spoils.
As they walked along the main road, Rony curiously asked, "Mom, do you really not know that man?"
"No, I don’t."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Rony slowly said, "Mom, that Alpha is named Louis."
Cersei suddenly stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening slowly, looking at Rony in disbelief.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Mom, my dear father appears on the front pages of all the major magazines every day, changing women like changing clothes.
Even though he has a fiancée, he still flirts around like that.
His charm knows no bounds.
It’s safe to say that almost every woman in White Fur Pack knows who Louis is.
Cersei felt herself slipping into a daze, feeling as if her entire body had become weightless.
The world is really too small.
Could this really be happening?
On the very first day back in the country, she runs into her darling’s biological father.
Should she go buy a lottery ticket?
The two of them arrived back at their seaside apartment, only to find a Lamborghini parked on the right, with the license plate number XX8888.
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