That Waste Son-in-law Cannot Be Underestimated novel Chapter 2

At the side, Jordan blinked and exclaimed, "Lucas, this kid really looks like you. Since when do you have a daughter? We've never heard you mention anything about it before!"

"Don't spout nonsense." Lucas was somewhat at a loss. It was the first time in his life that he had ever had a child hug his thigh trustingly and call him 'Daddy'.

After thinking about it, he squatted down, rubbed the little girl's hair, and said softly, "I'm not your Daddy. You made a mistake. Did you wander off from your parents? I'll take you to look for them."

Hearing this, the little girl looked at Lucas in shock and suddenly began wailing loudly. "Daddy, you're a bad guy. You don't want me anymore!"

Lucas was dumbfounded and at a loss.

After some painstaking effort, he finally managed to cajole her and convince her to go to the service counter of the mall. Lucas informed the service staff about the little girl being lost and gave a thorough explanation before leaving the mall.

When he left, the little girl was bawling her eyes out, almost causing Lucas to cave in.

Unfortunately, he still had important things to deal with. Otherwise, he would have kept her company until her parents arrived.

Soon after they left, a woman hurried to the service counter of the mall and hugged the weeping little girl, extremely heartbroken.

"Amelia, I'm sorry I'm late..."

There was still some lingering fear within her.

Earlier, she had intended to just make a quick trip to the bathroom, but she ended up running into a troublesome client who pestered her for a long time before leaving.

Over the years, she had been cherishing her daughter like she was her life. If anything happened to her daughter...

She didn't dare to think about it any longer.

"Mommy, I saw Daddy just now. But he said that I had mistaken him for someone else... How could I be mistaken? He was Daddy!" the girl exclaimed, her lips pursed and on the verge of tears.

"What?!" The woman's body suddenly stiffened.

Outside the mall, eight tall and burly bodyguards with domineering auras and clad in suits walked toward Lucas and stood still in front of him.

All eyes were on them.

Remaining still, Lucas raised his eyebrows.

"Mr. Gray." The bodyguards parted to the sides, revealing an old man and a middle-aged man behind them.

The old man, whose hair and beard were white, was around fifty to sixty years old and donning an immaculate suit. He looked smart and energetic. The middle-aged man beside him was also decked out in subtly luxurious designer apparel. It was obvious that they were wealthy.

The old man walked up to Lucas and kept his aged eyes fixed on him. All of a sudden, he bowed to Lucas.