"You've already had two ice creams today. If you eat another, your tummy will hurt. Mommy will buy you a little vest instead." Leah gently pinched Casimir Shaw's cute little cheeks, bending down with a cheerful smile and saying, "Once you wear the little vest, you'll have lots of playmates!"
Casimir Shaw's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously.
Leah called the driver to come pick them up, then let loose in indulging the little boy with generous shopping.
The two wandered through the mall with great excitement, completely oblivious to the fact that Major General Shaw's subordinates were quietly narrowing the search radius, using the mall as the center point, until the entire building was surrounded.
Richard Shaw sat in his wheelchair, his handsome and resolute features exuding calm authority. His entire presence was icy and commanding as he entered the mall.
"The young master should be on the fourth floor," said Swan nervously as she glanced at the locator.
