Mommy I Found You A Hot Daddy (Vivianna) novel Chapter 11

Winslow did not know whether to laugh or cry. She looked at him and said, "Zephy, you'd better not make trouble for your mommy. We can't afford to offend such a man."

"Miss Winslow, you also think that I look like him, don't you?" Zephaniah stared at the man in the photo and he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Yes, you two really look alike. Your facial features are similar to his, especially your nose and mouth. You guys are identical! I think your daddy must be very handsome, otherwise, how can he have such a good-looking son like you?" Winslow said enviously.

The little fellow looked at the man in the photo and tried to verify this from Winslow. "Are you sure that Augustine Giltstone lives in that building?"

"That's his company, and he should be working there." Winslow couldn't guarantee this. After all, Augustine Giltstone was the richest man in the world now. Who could be sure where he was right now?

However, the little fellow took her words seriously and committed them to his memory. He thought that he would make a brief resume of his mommy, and then hand it to this man. Then, this man will hire his mommy to be his girlfriend.

Half an hour later, Winslow took the little fellow back to the company. Vivianna had calmed down for half an hour and she began to design for Jessamyn Salaway. When she was in her third year of university, Jessamyn had approached her and assisted her with all kinds of things. They met frequently and they became best friends. However, she knew now that Jessamyn was such a hypocrite. She was pretending to be friends with her while having a secret affair with Xenophilius.

While Vivianna was having a headache, a childish voice came from behind her. Her son called out, "Mommy, Mommy... we're back!"

In that instant, Vivianna's nerves became relaxed. She watched as her handsome son ran into her arms. She held him like a cherished treasure.

Yes, for the sake of this child, she could accept any grievances, resentments, and any form of sufferings.

"Mommy, I chose this for you. See if you like it or not?" he said.