Chapter 63 Jennifer Goes to See Daddy!
At SY Corporation's Building 1, in the conference room, Magnus and Robert had just finished a meeting with a partner.
The partner had left when Magnus received a voice message notification.
"I don't want to go to school": [Five-second voice message]
It was followed by an emoji of a cheerful child jumping with a backpack.
Seeing the message brought an involuntary smile to Magnus's lips.
Robert leaned over, "Who's that message from? Rare to see you smile. Is it from Juniper?"
At the mention of Juniper, Magnus's expression cooled, "No."
As Robert glanced at the phone screen, he read the contact name, "I don't want to go to school. Come on, you're not actually dating a student, are you? She's of age, right?"
Magnus gave him a sharp look, "It's just a kid."
"What? You're involved with children now?"
Robert looked at him as if he'd seen a creep.
Magnus, a bit irritated, played the voice message.
A child's voice came through—
"Daddy! I miss you! Can I come to visit you?"
Both Magnus and Robert were taken aback.
Magnus was shocked because Jennifer had called him Daddy.
Robert was surprised, thinking that Magnus might have already known about having a child.
"Is this kid your daughter?"
"No, she's just a little girl I happened to meet. Her dad passed away, and she probably wants me to be her dad now, which is why she's calling me that."
Robert then asked, "What's the child's name?"
"Jennifer."
The kid Robert had bumped into at Ophelia's place—her name was Jennifer, too! The world sure is magical!
Robert gasped, and his eyes widened in shock. This is literally your child!
He was screaming inside, but he managed to keep a poker face.
"What's up?"
"Nothing! Didn't she say she wanted to play with you? Why aren't you responding to her messages?"
Magnus chuckled lightly, "Do I look like I have spare time?"
"What if the kid actually comes looking for you?"
"Why have you been so off-key lately? What did Ophelia do to you?"
Magnus strode back to his office with long steps. Robert muttered under his breath: That's your own daughter!
Meanwhile, little Jennifer sent her message and eagerly waited for her dad to reply.
But after a long wait, there was still no acknowledgment from her dad.
Could he be too busy with work to see her message?
Jennifer sighed, her small shoulders slumping.
Then something struck her, and she climbed down from her bed, found the magazine, and scrutinized it for quite a while.
On the cover, it read—
SY Group's Magnus!
Was her dad working at SY Group?
She immediately stuffed the magazine into her doughnut backpack, put on her little telephone watch, and crammed her tablet in there, too.
She grabbed a bottle of milk and a few bags of cookies from the fridge.
Lastly, she took all the money from her piggy bank!
Before heading out the door, she checked her gear in the mirror and was pretty pleased with her look.
Satisfied, she unlocked the door and left home.
Jennifer hailed a cab!
The driver looked at her in surprise and asked, "Kid, are you alone? Did you get lost?"
"I'm not lost, driver. Sir, I'm going to SY. Can you take me there? I have the fare!"
"SY? You mean the big SY building?"
"That must be it!"
The driver was baffled, "Must be? Kid, where exactly are you going? I don't want to get in trouble if I lose you!"
"Em, just to the SY building! Don't worry, I won't get lost. I'm not a three-year-old!"
"Well, how old are you?"
"Six! After summer break, I'll be in first grade!"
The driver chuckled, "Ha-ha, you're quite something, nearly a grade-schooler."
"Yup, driver, Sir, let's go! I'm going there to find my dad, and I won't get lost."
"All right, I'll take you there. But if you can't find your dad, I'm calling the police to take you home!"
"Okay! Thank you, driver, Sir!"
The whole ride, Jennifer was bubbling with excitement.
She hadn't told her dad she was coming, he was sure to be surprised!
Soon, Jennifer arrived at the entrance of SY Group. She paid the cab fare and jumped out, putting her backpack in the tow. As she made her way to the security desk, she craned her neck and asked, "Sir, I'm here to find my dad, but this place is so big with so many buildings. Do you know which one he's in?"
The guard, seated in the entrance booth, glanced outside but didn't see anyone. "Who's speaking?" he asked.
"Sir, if you would look down, I'm right here!" Jennifer called out, tugging at the window ledge and looking up at the puzzled guard, her small eyebrows furrowed.
Bending down, the guard finally spotted a small, adorable child. "Kid, you gave me quite the scare!"
With her large, innocent eyes, Jennifer blinked and said, "Sir, you haven't answered my question."
"What's your dad's name? Does he work here?" the guard inquired.
Jennifer flipped through a magazine she pulled from her backpack, pointing to the handsome man on the cover. "This is my dad! Sir, have you seen him?"
"That's Mr. Blackwood!" the guard exclaimed. But how could that be? Mr. Blackwood was single and childless. The child didn't look that young, at least five or six years old.
The guard asserted, "Little one, are you sure you've got the right person? Our big boss here doesn't have any children!"
"I'm not mistaken! He really is my dad! I've got his contact!" Jennifer protested.
Not wanting to argue with a child, the guard suggested, "If you have his contact, send him a message and have him come out to get you."
After speaking, he calmly sat back down and sipped his tea, chuckling and shaking his head at the boldness of modern kids who could spin such unbelievable tales.
With a tight frown, Jennifer surveyed the gate's barrier arm. Seizing a moment when the guard was distracted, she stealthily slipped under the window and past the arm into the compound!
A minute later, while the guard enjoyed his tea and scrolled through videos, he casually called out to check on the kid, "Little one, did your dad reply to your message?"
Getting no response after a few seconds, he called again, "Little one?"
Upon receiving no reply, he stood up and looked below the window—she was gone! Looking further into the compound, he saw the child had already slipped inside.
"You little troublemaker! Stop right there!"
Jennifer darted towards the closest building—Building 1. In the mind of a child, the number "1" represented the strongest and the most impressive. Surely, that's where her impressive dad would be.
Jennifer ran ahead as the guard chased after her, only to suddenly collide with someone and tumble backward with a thud.
Jennifer felt like her butt had blossomed with bruises!
The magazine she'd been holding also tumbled to the ground.
"Where did this wild child pop up from? Don't you have eyes?"
As Jennifer looked up, she saw a young woman dressed in professional attire.
She got up, "Ma'am, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."
Patricia glanced at the unruly child with a look of disgust. Just as she was about to look away, she spotted the magazine on the floor.
She was about to pick it up.
Jennifer was quicker and snatched it back, hugging it to her chest.
"Is this your magazine?" Patricia asked.
Jennifer nodded.
"Whose kid are you, and how did you get into the company?"
"I came to find my daddy!"
Patricia looked at the kid, feeling that she seemed familiar, and couldn't help but ask more, "Who's your daddy?"
Jennifer pointed to the man in the magazine, "He's my daddy! Ma'am, do you know where he is?"
"What did you say?"
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