Chapter 8 Norton Rowan

The little boy's face was drawn. It was a little Bert expression, a copy of Bert's.

However, the little boy is too thin, that little face is thin out of shape.

Bane's brow could not help but wrinkle up, the child is obviously malnutrition, the face has become pale, even if the supplement nutrition will be good for some time.

When Bane did not respond, Norton asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Bane responded, "You are?"

"I'm Norton Ron. You've come to see my father, he's in a meeting."

Bane hopped in, put the lunch box on the desk, and said, "Do you know what time he finishes the meeting?"

"I don't know."

Somehow, when Bane saw the boy, she felt an urge to hug him.

Feeling herself of idea wrong, she quickly shook a head, oneself again was not to have a child, how return to start shaw to think of other people's home child?

Norton sniffled, looking not at Bane but at the lunch box.

"Is this packed to eat?"

Bane smiled and nodded.

Norton said nothing more. He just looked at the lunch box.

Bane hesitated for a moment, then opened the box, and the delicious smell of the meal filled the air, making one's mouth water.

Norton's eyes lit up. It had been so long since he had felt hungry that he had completely lost his focus on the computer.

Seeing that, Bane's heart got inexplicable pain once, way: "Eat if you are hungry, anyway..." Your father would not eat it either.

Before Bane could finish his sentence, Norton put down his computer and started eating the lunch.

There was a mixed look on Bane's face. He wondered how the little boy could be so thin and eat so quickly without fear of choking.

Norton choked when he took the thought.

Little face was suppressed red, breathing was not smooth.

Panicking, Bane pulled Norton onto his lap and slapped him hard on the back to make him throw up his food.

When Myron returned to his office, he saw Bane slapping Norton hard on the back, his face darkened, and he rushed over to pull Bane away.

Myron's move was rude, and Bane fell straight to the ground.

She was already injured, but her ankle had been twisted again and she almost fainted with pain.

Then came Myron's angry words.

"What a wicked woman to do to a young master! Throw her out at once! “

The bodyguard rushed over and began to walk out with Bane in his arms.

"Don't! I mean him no harm, let me explain..."

'Throw it out!’

Bane was dragged out before he could explain.

Myron sweated cold. He knew how much Norton meant to the young master, and if anything did happen to the young master, he might not even know how he died.

"Little master, how do you feel? We're going to the hospital now!"

Norton coughed up the meal, and his flushed face slowly came back to life.

He grabbed Myron's arm and said, "Myron, you have a misunderstanding..."

Perhaps because he was in a hurry, Norton was speechless.

Myron slapped him gently on the back. "Take your time. Tell me."

Norton fell silent, took Myron by the hand and started out.

It was the first time he had ever tasted delicious food. How could he let she go? And most of all, it tasted just like Mother's...

"Uncle Myron, run and get her back! Hurry up!"

"Little master, how could she hurt you..."

'Bring her back!’

Myron was stunned.

He had grown up with the young master, and Norton had always been taciturn, never expressing himself, and it was almost impossible to hear what he was asked to do directly.

Norton was worried. His forehead started to sweat. He stubbornly shouted, "Myron, get that sister back! Because I choked, so the elder sister just clap my back, you really misunderstood the elder sister!"

Myron turned his head toward the lunch box and knew.

Hurry to send people to recover, but people had already left.

As soon as Bert got back to the office, he saw Norton looking unhappy.

Myron hurried up and gave a brief account of what had happened, his face smeared with guilt.

"President, all be my fault, be my misunderstanding, I immediately send a person to look for her!"

"No, you go to work first."

Myron leaves quickly, leaving only Bert and Norton in the office.

"Daddy, can you find your sister?"

Bert sat down beside him, his eyes mixed, and he said, "Reasons for her to come back."

Norton was a little afraid of Bert, but the thought of his sister made him feel less afraid. "She's an employee of Ron's Group," he said. "How can we get rid of her without discriminating?"

"You took her up?"

"Dad......"

'Persuade me!’

"Dad, I found the code bug before, you said you would promise me one thing, I want the sister!"

The corners of Bert's mouth curved, but there was no warmth in his smile.

Norton was horrified by the look, remembering that his father's family had gone out of business less than three days after he last made the look.

Still, Norton won't budge.

It was a long time before Bert said, "Yes!"

Norton was delighted to hear Bert said yes and started typing code with his computer in his arms.

As Bert was out, Myron walked over and whispered, "President, do you want to investigate that woman?"

Could let the young master recognized woman must be extraordinary.

After all, Myron had yet to see a woman who could get the boy's approval, not even his biological mother.

Myron had been with Bert for years, and he knew exactly how important the young master was to the young master.

Burt had always been very misogynistic, and Myron thought he would never see the president's wife and children again.

But I didn't think that six years ago, the president would suddenly pop out with a fiancee and a son.

Even if the young master didn't smile at the young master a few times, it was clear to Myron that the young master just didn't know how to express father-son affection.

As for the boss's fiancee...

Myron didn't want to think of that hypocritical, gold-diggered woman who wouldn't have remained the CEO's fiancee if she hadn't bred him so cleverly.

Bert thought for a moment, then said, "Check! And give Norton some good bodyguards. Nothing can happen to him."

"Yes, President!

...

Bane just left after he was kicked out.

Even if she knew she had been misunderstood, Bert would not believe her. She might as well save her energy and find a job. She did not have time to be angry.