Seeing how James’ eyes lit up, Hanson t smiled smugly. “These were all assembled by me personally, so no amount of money can get you these. I’m giving you these now. What do you think?”
With a complicated expression, James looked at Hanson. His gaze was filled with shock, question and even some amounts of admiration which he himself was unaware of.
As they had investigated Hanson before, they knew that he was from the special forces and that he had knowledge of such things. However, they did not foresee that he would design and build such a complicated model.
Although James liked it very much, he did not want to owe Hanson any favors just because of some toys.
So, he rejected the man. “I don’t want your gifts.”
James’ actions, especially when directed to his irresponsible father, made his heart skip a beat and an indescribable feeling started to well up from within.
Pouting, James hesitated for quite a while before he finally reached out with his pinky and hooking it around Hanson’s. “It’s a deal.”
Not only did James detect the strange current between the father and son, Hanson also felt this connection too.
They stared at each other just like that, and it was the first time that the both of them had such similar thoughts.
A short time passed before Hanson said gently, “So, can you tell me your name now?”
Looking at him disdainfully, James figured out that the man was just after his name.
Holding the toy in his hands, he then said, “I can only tell you that my surname is Greyson.”
His reply made Larry choke. What a sly boy.
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