Chapter 4

　　Samantha grabbed his hand, so he was unstable and fell directly on the bed. 　　She turned over and threw herself directly on the man's body with her drunkenness, "Migs, we...we are already engaged. I... I want..." Then, she leaned over and kissed his lips. 　　Migs twisted his eyebrows slightly, trying to struggle, but thought that they were already engaged and tried to accept Samantha, so he restrained himself from moving. 　　But God knows that when Samantha's lips were still five centimeters away from him, Migs suddenly turned over and pressed her under him, "Sam, take a rest now." 　　The moment he got up to leave and closed the door, he slammed his fist against the wall and pulled his tie angrily, feeling irritated. 　　For four years, he was very resistant to any woman. 　　He's not into any women. He doesn't like anyone's approach and that includes Samantha. 　　He had doubts about his sexual orientation, but... 　　Before, he could accept the body of the surrogate woman. 　　Migs didn't see Samantha's distorted face the moment the room door closed. 　　She held the necklace on her neck tightly in her hand and the joints turned white due to force. 　　If... if it weren't for this necklace, how could Migs marry her? 　　But the necklace belongs to Maria! 　　All this was because Maria owed her. Back then, if it weren't for Maria, how could she lose the ability to have children? 　　At the Hilton hotel, when the banquet was finished, Samantha left, and Maria should also leave, of course. 　　She walked to the parking lot and was ready to leave. 　　But suddenly she heard a car popping on the glass. 　　Suspicious, she glanced around but no one looked around. 　　"Did I hear it wrong?", she asked herself. 　　Bang bang bang —— 　　There was another knocking sound. 　　This time, the sound was clear. 　　Maria walked away looking where the sound comes from only to find a child in a car knocking hard on the window glass. 　　"Little cutie, where are your parents?" 　　She stood outside the window and asked the little guy in the car. 　　But the little guy was not in good shape, he was breathing heavily, and shook his head weakly. 　　"Oh, the little guy is suffocating." 　　Maria was shocked. 　　"Come here. Come here!" 　　Running towards the Hilton Hotel, "Security, security! Something is happening here. Come here.", she shouted to a security guard in the parking lot. 　　"Yes ma'am, what's the matter?" 　　"There is a child locked in the car over there and is suffocating. Hurry up and help open the car door." 　　The two talked and walked towards the car. 　　The security guard stood by the car and looked at the car's license plate number-H88888! 　　"This...this is Mr. Lopez's car." He often comes to Hilton, and the security has already known the special license plate number. 　　"You mean, this is Migs Lopez's car?" 　　Maria was a little trapped and suddenly felt that Migs must not be a responsible man. How can he be so irresponsible to his adopted child? 　　What a bastard! 　　"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and smash the car!" 　　Seeing the security guard staying silent, she couldn't help but yelled. 　　"Smash...smash the car? No, no, I don't dare. I'd better call Mr. Lopez first. This is limited-edition Rolls Royce. A piece of glass is worth my three-year salary." 　　The security guard was persuaded to smash the window of the car. 　　"Migs has gone home. When he comes, the child is dead!", Maria saw the child in the car already lying on the back seat and she's worried. 　　She found a brick in the green belt in the open air and smashed it directly toward the window glass without saying a word. 　　"Hey, don't smash it. The car is expensive..." 　　The security guard wanted to pull Maria, but before he could finish a sentence, he only heard a hoop, and the car window glass shattered. 　　"Little guy, get up quickly and come to auntie." 　　Throwing the brick aside, Maria talked to the child while taking out a business card and stuffing it to the security guard, "Let him call me!" 　　She pulled the child from the car window and carried it out. Seeing him sweating profusely, she wiped the sweat off his head with distress, "Little guy, are you okay?" 　　The little guy was wearing a small silver-gray suit, a white shirt inside and a bow tie on his neck. He has fair skin, a small pink face like a pink jade, and short hair slumped on his head, full of sweat. 　　The little guy glanced at Maria, blinked weakly and passed out. 　　"Hello, kid?" 　　Maria patted the little baby's cheek, then hugged him directly into the car. She let him sit beside her, buckled the seat belt, and drove directly to the hospital. 　　"Brother, I... I didn't mean it. I just made a phone call and forgot that I left him in the car.". Migs's younger brother Joseph knelt on the bed, looking at his elder brother innocently. 　　Migs kicked his chest fiercely, "Go away. Don't come back unless you find Ben!" 　　"You don't have to tell me my big brother. I have sent someone to look for him. They will definitely find him." Joseph wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves feeling scared but didn't dare to let it out. 　　Who doesn't know about them in Bridgetown? 　　Regardless of whether he is his own brother, he is not worth a piece of his son's hair. 　　The despair in Migs's heart is incomparable. 　　"Sir Migs, I haven't found Ben yet." 　　"Sir, the hotel said nothing." 　　"He is not in the old house, either." 　　Three bodyguards walked in from the hall, stepped forward, and responded one by one.