Chapter 82: Chapter 82

"Playing hard to get? President Lawson, as narcissistic as ever. Of course, I genuinely want to end things with you."

The smile on the man’s face gradually froze on his cheeks.

"Although it only happened once with you, I found it’s just so-so."

Taking advantage while Landon Lawson was off guard, she withdrew her hand, pointed a finger at the man’s chest, but her gaze shifted downward, shaking her head with a hint of pity and making a clicking sound.

"Just so-so? Sienna, don’t forget how many times I took you that night." The man spoke through gritted teeth. He exerted so much effort that night, yet to Sienna it was merely so-so?

Facing the man’s anger, Sienna kept shaking her head, "Even after so many times, I felt nothing. You really should see a doctor, not just for your eyesight but also for your male problems. I happen to know a foreign specialist, and if needed, I can introduce you. Otherwise, if Vera despises you, she might divorce you on the second day of your wedding."

As she spoke, she patted Landon Lawson’s shoulder, smiling brightly and beautifully.

"Since President Lawson has nothing else, I won’t stay. After all, I need to work and earn money for others." She turned around and headed out.

Landon Lawson lowered his gaze, clenched his fists, veins popping.

Forcefully suppressing his inner fury.

"Even if I’m not capable, Evan Quinn is still my son."

The figure initially moving forward suddenly stopped, slightly staggered, and slowly turned around, "I advise you not to target him. He’s my child, and has nothing to do with you."

"Nothing to do? Without me, you couldn’t have made a child alone."

Looking at the man’s wicked gaze, Sienna finally realized that whether five years ago or now, this man would still find ways to torment her.

Sienna squinted her eyes, step by step, approached Landon Lawson, gently tugging his clothes, tidying his collar.

"President Lawson, take advantage of my good mood now and don’t provoke me. Otherwise, if you play with fire, I won’t be merciful." Her grip gradually tightened, fiercely grabbing the man’s collar, pulling him towards her.

"I advise you not to anger me."

She spoke through gritted teeth, finally throwing her head in anger and walking out without looking back.

Sienna walked with a tough exterior but was inwardly fragile, her heart a tangle of complexities. Now that Landon Lawson was aware of Evan Quinn’s existence, would he fight her for custody?

There was silence behind her until she stumbled at a corner, her legs weakening. If not for leaning against the wall, she almost fell.

After confirming Landon Lawson couldn’t see, she nervously gasped for air.

Could she really win a custody battle against him?

Landon Lawson’s influence and power couldn’t be altered by her mere threats. If he wanted custody, Sienna would have no means to stop it.

The kindergarten was bathed in sunlight, while Evan Quinn sat alone on a small stool, lost in thought.

Teacher Cole stood by, smiling at the children playing games in the center of the playground. Turning to Evan Quinn’s small figure, he paused.

Crouching down, he looked at the soft sweet young boy.

"What are you thinking about?"

Evan Quinn lifted his head, looking at Teacher Cole with clear, pure eyes.

"Is it too tiring for Mommy to take care of me alone?"

"How is she alone? You have a dad too. I originally thought Miss Quinn was a single mom." Reflecting on the parent meeting, Teacher Cole couldn’t forget the radiant man who seemed familiar yet he couldn’t recall where he’d seen him.

Thinking about Landon Lawson, the puzzled little boy became even more confused.

"Teacher Cole, can I borrow your phone?"

"Of course, are you calling your mom?" Teacher Cole handed the phone to Evan Quinn and watched him tap it with his chubby little hands.

He remembered everything he’d seen after just one glance.

"Come pick me up!" A simple four-word sentence, and he hung up the phone without caring how the other party might respond.

Landon Lawson looked at the disconnected phone, let out a cold laugh. Did they truly think he was on call like a service? Even if he’s his son, so what? The boy hadn’t even addressed him as dad yet.

Half a two-hour later.

Evan Quinn obediently stood there, as if waiting for someone. During the call, Teacher Cole was beside him. A luxury car stopped at the entrance, and a handsome man alighted.

From the moment he got out, he was surrounded by an aura, causing Teacher Cole’s eyes to light up.

"You’ve gotten quite used to ordering me around, haven’t you?" Landon Lawson squinted, looking at Evan Quinn standing there.

Evan Quinn ignored Landon Lawson, turning instead to Teacher Cole, "Someone’s here to get me. I’m leaving for today." He waved his little hand and ran towards Landon Lawson, naturally getting into the car.

Teacher Cole watched the departing car, a suddenly revelation struck, one hand covering his mouth, "Landon... Landon Lawson, that man was Landon Lawson."

No wonder he felt that the man looked familiar, and how Evan Quinn’s cute little face bore such a resemblance to Landon Lawson. Could Chloe’s dad indeed be the famous Landon Lawson?

The realization of such shocking news made Teacher Cole even more astonished.

Evan Quinn sat in the car, looking at the child seat beneath him, his gaze softened somewhat.

"Kid, what exactly did you find me for? Have you taken me as your personal chauffeur?" Landon Lawson’s voice was slightly cold, his sunglass-clad face staring ahead.

"The paternity test is out, right?"

"Hm?" Landon Lawson turned his head slightly to glance at Evan Quinn. Was he aware of the paternity test? Not surprising for his son; he knew quite a lot.

"You took blood last time to do the test, so I am your son, right?" Evan Quinn turned his head, looking intently into Landon Lawson’s eyes, seriously and firmly. You couldn’t tell he was just a four-year-old kid.

Landon Lawson parked the car to the side, turning his head to look at those bright, intelligent eyes. Their purity made Landon Lawson’s heart tremble.

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Evan Quinn repeated, intensely gazing at the man in front. There were certain things that needed to be asked clearly today.

Decisions should also be made today.

Studying Evan Quinn’s eyes closely, although he didn’t know what prompted such questioning, Landon Lawson had already made up his mind.

"Yes, you are my son, Landon Lawson’s son. I am your father." In a cold voice, he spoke each word clearly.