CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO: IRREPONSIBLE

As Anna walked back to the office, feeling pleased with how her first day had turned out, she noticed a convoy of sleek, black cars pulling up outside the building. The sight was unusual enough to catch her attention, and she paused for a moment, curious about what was happening. The doors of the lead car opened, and a group of well-dressed individuals stepped out, clearly important and in a hurry. Among them, one man stood out immediately. He was incredibly handsome, with sharp features, a chiseled jawline, and an air of authority about him. What struck Anna the most was his striking resemblance to Oliver. The same piercing blue eyes, the same tousled dark hair—it was uncanny. A sudden rush of anger filled her. Could this man be Oliver’s father? If so, why was he driving around in a convoy instead of looking for his lost son? Her protective instincts flared up, and before she could think twice, she decided to approach him. Anna walked briskly toward the group, her heart pounding. A