"This name, it sounds so nice," Lily said hoarsely, unable to speak any further.
On the other end of the line, Jordan Lancaster waited a long time, his narrow black pupils normally more mature and profound than those of his peers, squinted uncontrollably.
He didn't actually want to ask.
But eventually, he couldn't help but let the question slip out.
"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Aidan Lucas' son," he said in an indifferent tone, unafraid that the person on the other end might not recognize his father's name.
"My mother… was the original shareholder of the stocks you now hold. You have my mother's original shares and share her name; I want to boldly ask, do you… know my mother?"
Jordan Lancaster was never a talkative child.
Everyone who knew him was aware of this.
He would be five years old in just two months.
But since he was very young, he had shown a genius and maturity far beyond his years.
