Chapter 437

Vivian Grant had seen pictures of her little nephew before. A nine-year-old kid who didn't seem too fond of smiling—had this serious, mature vibe to him already. His personality? Definitely took after her big brother. But looks-wise, not so much. Just the eyebrows and lips had traces of her brother. The rest? Definitely more like Emma Lane. Vivian smiled and got out of the car, walking straight over to Jordan Lane and stopping right in front of him. Jordan looked up, serious as ever, staring at the girl in the mask. "Are you lost or something?" he asked. Vivian shook her head, still smiling. "Nope. I'm here to see you, Jordan." Jordan immediately took two cautious steps back, his eyes scanning quickly. When he noticed a security guard about a couple hundred meters to his left, he visibly relaxed a bit. "I'm your aunt, Jordan." "Your real aunt!" Vivian said it with a grin, and Jordan's eyes flew wide open. For once, the mature little guy looked like a normal 9-year-old—just a bit fluste