The plane was smoothly flying from Country W to Pacifica.
At this moment.
In the villa of Country W, a young boy wearing a custom suit and a pair of adult men's slippers stepped out of the bedroom, looking as beautiful as a picture.
He walked towards the study room, with the sound of his steps echoing, "da da da."
At the door of the study room, a blond man with blue eyes was standing guard. As soon as he saw the boy, he immediately bent down, placed his right hand on his shoulder, and respectfully said, "Young Master."
Bobby, exuding an air of nobility, asked calmly, "Hayes, is Uncle inside?"
"Yes, Master is inside. Does Young Master have business with him?"
"Yes, I have something to discuss with Granduncle."
Hayes hesitated for a moment, then said, "Then... Young Master, please wait a moment. I'll go inside and ask Master if he has time."
Bobby, mature and composed for an eight-year-old boy, replied, "Okay."
Hayes pushed the door open and went inside.
