The tense atmosphere of the VIP floor was shattered by the sound of hurried footsteps and a child’s sobbing. All heads turned as Rahul, came running down the hallway, his face streaked with tears. Two of his bodyguards followed closely behind, their expressions grim as they struggled to keep up with the distressed boy.
Rahul Asher
Papa! Mama!
The moment Christian saw him, he broke away from the group, his heart sinking at the sight of his son’s tear-streaked face. He rushed forward, crouching to Rahul’s height just as the boy threw himself into his father’s arms.
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